911
Too little way the House must lie
From every Human Heart
That holds in undisputed Lease
A white inhabitant—
Too narrow is the Right between—
Too imminent the chance—
Each Consciousness must emigrate
And lose its neighbor once—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Love Reckons By Itself—alone
- Unto Like Story—trouble Has Enticed Me
- Love&Mdash;Is Anterior To Life
- I Came To Buy A Smile—today
- How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset