Emily Dickinson

Alone, I Cannot Be

poem 298

Alone, I cannot be For Hosts do visit me Recordless Company Who baffle Key They have no Robes, nor Names No Almanacs nor Climes But general Homes Like Gnomes Their Coming, may be known By Couriers within Their going is not For they’ve never gone

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