399 <br /> <br />A House upon the Height— <br />That Wagon never reached— <br />No Dead, were ever carried down— <br />No Peddler's Cart—approached— <br /> <br />Whose Chimney never smoked— <br />Whose Windows—Night and Morn— <br />Caught Sunrise first—and Sunset—last— <br />Then—held an Empty Pane— <br /> <br />Whose fate—Conjecture knew— <br />No other neighbor—did— <br />And what it was—we never lisped— <br />Because He—never told—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-house-upon-the-height/
