The Way I Read a Letter’s’€”this

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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