486 <br /> <br />I was the slightest in the House— <br />I took the smallest Room— <br />At night, my little Lamp, and Book— <br />And one Geranium— <br /> <br />So stationed I could catch the Mint <br />That never ceased to fall— <br />And just my Basket— <br />Let me think—I'm sure— <br />That this was all— <br /> <br />I never spoke—unless addressed— <br />And then, 'twas brief and low— <br />I could not bear to live—aloud— <br />The Racket shamed me so— <br /> <br />And if it had not been so far— <br />And any one I knew <br />Were going—I had often thought <br />How noteless—I could die—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-the-slightest-in-the-house/
