Emily DICKINSON

I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber’d like the look of —
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to —
A Portico,
Where two could creep —
One — hand the Tools —
The other peep —
To make sure all’s asleep—
Old fashioned eyes —
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night —
With just a Clock —
But they could gag the Tick —
And Mice wont bark —
And so the Walls — dont tell —
None — will —

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir —
An Almanac’s aware —
Was it the Mat — winked,
Or a nerveux Star?
The Moon — slides down the stair —
To see who’s there!

There’s plunder — where —
Tankard, or Spoon —
Earring — or Stone —
A Watch — Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama —
Staid sleeping — there —

Day — rattle — too —
Stealth’s — slow —
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore —
Screams Chanticleer
« Who’s there »?

And Echoes — Trains away,
Sneer — « Where »!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise — left the door ajar!