636 <br /> <br />The Way I read a Letter's—this— <br />'Tis first—I lock the Door— <br />And push it with my fingers—next— <br />For transport it be sure— <br /> <br />And then I go the furthest off <br />To counteract a knock— <br />Then draw my little Letter forth <br />And slowly pick the lock— <br /> <br />Then—glancing narrow, at the Wall— <br />And narrow at the floor <br />For firm Conviction of a Mouse <br />Not exorcised before— <br /> <br />Peruse how infinite I am <br />To no one that You—know— <br />And sigh for lack of Heaven—but not <br />The Heaven God bestow—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-way-i-read-a-letter-s-this/
