Sweet-safe-houses
Emily Dickinson
457 Sweet—safe—Houses— Glad—gay—Houses— Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out— Brooks of Plush—in Banks of Satin Not so softly fall As the laughter—and the whisper— From their People Pearl— No Bald Death—affront their Parlors— No Bold Sickness come To deface their Stately Treasures— Anguish—and the Tomb— Hum by—in Muffled Coaches— Lest they—wonder Why— Any—for the Press of Smiling— Interrupt—to die—
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