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Emily Dickinson - I know some lonely Houses off the Road
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I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber`d like the look of—
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to—
A Portico,
Where two could creep—
One—hand the Tools—
The other peep—
To make sure All`s Asleep—
Old fashioned eyes—
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen`d look, by night,
With just a Clock—
But they could gag the Tick—
And Mice won`t bark—
And so the Walls—don`t tell—
None—will—

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir—
An Almanac`s aware—
Was it the Mat—winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon—slides down the stair,
To see who`s there!

There`s plunder—where—
Tankard, or Spoon—
Earring—or Stone—
A Watch—Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama—
Staid sleeping—there—

Day—rattles—too
Stealth`s—slow—
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore—
Screams Chanticleer
"Who`s there"?

And Echoes—Trains away,
Sneer—"Where"!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise—left the door ajar!
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