289 <br /> <br />I know some lonely Houses off the Road <br />A Robber'd like the look of— <br />Wooden barred, <br />And Windows hanging low, <br />Inviting to— <br />A Portico, <br />Where two could creep— <br />One—hand the Tools— <br />The other peep— <br />To make sure All's Asleep— <br />Old fashioned eyes— <br />Not easy to surprise! <br /> <br />How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night, <br />With just a Clock— <br />But they could gag the Tick— <br />And Mice won't bark— <br />And so the Walls—don't tell— <br />None—will— <br /> <br />A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir— <br />An Almanac's aware— <br />Was it the Mat—winked, <br />Or a Nervous Star? <br />The Moon—slides down the stair, <br />To see who's there! <br /> <br />There's plunder—where— <br />Tankard, or Spoon— <br />Earring—or Stone— <br />A Watch—Some Ancient Brooch <br />To match the Grandmama— <br />Staid sleeping—there— <br /> <br />Day—rattles—too <br />Stealth's—slow— <br />The Sun has got as far <br />As the third Sycamore— <br />Screams Chanticleer <br />"Who's there"? <br /> <br />And Echoes—Trains away, <br />Sneer—"Where"! <br />While the old Couple, just astir, <br />Fancy the Sunrise—left the door ajar!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-some-lonely-houses-off-the-road/
