A House Upon The Heights, a poem by Emily Dickinson at Spillwords.com
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A House Upon The Heights

A House Upon The Heights

a poem by: Emily Dickinson


A House upon the Height —
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler’s Cart — approached —

Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —

Whose fate — Conjecture knew —
No other neighbor — did —
And what it was — we never lisped —
Because He — never told —

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