1I—Years—had been—from Home—
2And now—before the Door—
3I dared not open—lest a face
4I never saw before
5Stare vacant into mine—
6And ask my Business there—
7My Business—just a Life I left—
8Was such—still dwelling there?
9I fumbled at my nerve—
10I scanned the Windows o'er—
11The Silence—like an Ocean rolled—
12And broke against my Ear—
13I laughed a Wooden laugh—
14That I—could fear a Door—
15Who Danger—and the Dead—had faced—
16But never shook—before—
17I fitted to the Latch—my Hand—
18With trembling Care—
19Lest back the Awful Door should spring—
20And leave me—in the Floor—
21I moved my fingers off, as cautiously as Glass—
22And held my Ears—and like a Thief
23Stole—gasping—from the House.
1I—Years—had been—from Home—
2And now—before the Door—
3I dared not open—lest a face
4I never saw before
5Stare vacant into mine—
6And ask my Business there—
7My Business—just a Life I left—
8Was such—still dwelling there?
9I fumbled at my nerve—
10I scanned the Windows o'er—
11The Silence—like an Ocean rolled—
12And broke against my Ear—
13I laughed a Wooden laugh—
14That I—could fear a Door—
15Who Danger—and the Dead—had faced—
16But never shook—before—
17I fitted to the Latch—my Hand—
18With trembling Care—
19Lest back the Awful Door should spring—
20And leave me—in the Floor—
21I moved my fingers off, as cautiously as Glass—
22And held my Ears—and like a Thief
23Stole—gasping—from the House.
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 o'er—
The Silence—like an Ocean rolled—
And broke against my Ear—
I laughed a Wooden laugh—
That I—could fear a Door—
Who Danger—and the Dead—had faced—
But never shook—before—
I fitted to the Latch—my Hand—
With trembling Care—
Lest back the Awful Door should spring—
And leave me—in the Floor—
I moved my fingers off, as cautiously as Glass—
And held my Ears—and like a Thief
Stole—gasping—from the House.
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Editing Dickinson — Learn more about the complex history of Dickinson's poetry in print, including the editorial changes her first publishers made to much of her work.
Dickinson's Legacy — Read contemporary author Helen Oyeyemi's reflection on what Dickinson means to her.