Too Little Way the House Must Lie, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Too Little Way the House Must Lie

911

Too little way the House must lie

From every Human Heart

That holds in undisputed Lease

A white inhabitant—

Too narrow is the Right between—

Too imminent the chance—

Each Consciousness must emigrate

And lose its neighbor once—

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