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