A House Upon The Height

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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—

by Emily Dickinson

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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—
Places that are beyond our reach evoke mysterious emotions and reactions in imagination. Emily Dickinson has portrayed a very vivid reaction to such site. So perfect in few lines.
Approached! ! Thanks for sharing.
A great mysterious poem! ...A House upon the Height—That Wagon never reached....a classic composition of Emily Dickinson! It persuades a reader to read it gain and again! !
Such a profound poem by Emily Dickinson👍👍👍
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