570 <br /> <br />I could die—to know— <br />'Tis a trifling knowledge— <br />News-Boys salute the Door— <br />Carts—joggle by— <br />Morning's bold face—stares in the window— <br />Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly— <br /> <br />Houses hunch the House <br />With their Brick Shoulders— <br />Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near— <br />To the very Square—His foot is passing— <br />Possibly, this moment— <br />While I—dream—Here—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-die-to-know/
