Emily Dickenson
I dwell in possibility-
A fairer house then Prose-
More numerous of Windows-
Superior- for Doors
Of Chambers as the Cedars-
Impregnable of Eye-
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky-
Of Visitors- the fairest-
For occupation- This
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise-
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