A House Upon The Height
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A House upon the Height-
That Wagon never reached-
No Dead, were ever carried down-
No Peddler's Cart-approached-
Whose Chimney never smoked-
Whose Windows-Night and Morn-
Caught Sunrise first-and Sunset-last-
Then-held an Empty Pane-
Whose fate-Conjecture knew-
No other neighbor-did-
And what it was-we never lisped-
Because He-never told-
Emily Dickinson
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