My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
In Corners – till a DayThe Owner passed – identified –And carried Me away – And now We roam in Sovreign Woods –And now We hunt the Doe –And every time I speak for HimThe Mountains straight reply – And do I smile, such cordial lightOpon the Valley glow –It is as a Vesuvian faceHad […]
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –More numerous of Windows –Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –Impregnable of eye –And for an everlasting RoofThe Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest –For Occupation – This –The spreading wide my narrow HandsTo gather Paradise – Emily Dickinson