Share 'I years had been from home, by Emily Dickinsen'
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there.
My business,--just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there?
I fumbled at my nerve, I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.
I laughed a wooden laugh That I could fear a door,
Who danger a…
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