Emily Dickinson

The Way I Read A Letter’s this

poem 636

The Way I read a Letter’s this ‘Tis first I lock the Door And push it with my fingers next For transport it be sure And then I go the furthest off To counteract a knock Then draw my little Letter forth And slowly pick the lock Then glancing narrow, at the Wall And narrow at the floor For firm Conviction of a Mouse Not exorcised before Peruse how infinite I am To no one that You know And sigh for lack of Heaven but not The Heaven God bestow

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