Who Occupies This House?
Emily Dickinson
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance— ’Tis well the name and age Are writ upon the Door Or I should fear to pause Where not so much as Honest Dog Approach encourages. It seems a curious Town— Some Houses very old, Some—newly raised this Afternoon, Were I compelled to build It should not be among Inhabitants so still But where the Birds assemble And Boys were possible. Before Myself was born ’Twas settled, so they say, A Territory for the Ghosts— And Squirrels, formerly. Until a Pioneer, as Settlers often do Liking the quiet of the Place Attracted more unto— And from a Settlement A Capital has grown Distinguished for the gravity Of every Citizen. The Owner of this House A Stranger He must be— Eternity’s Acquaintances Are mostly so—to me.
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