I Years had been from Home by Emily Dickinson
I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never saw before
Stare solid into mine And ask my Business there -- "My Business but a Life I left Was such remaining there?"
I leaned upon the Awe -- I lingered with Before -- The Second like an Ocean rolled And broke against my ear --
I laughed a crumbling Laugh That I could fear a Door Who Consternation compassed And never winced before.
I fitted to the Latch My Hand, with trembling care Lest back the awful Door should spring And leave me in the Floor --
Then moved my Fingers off As cautiously as Glass And held my ears, and like a Thief Fled gasping from the House --
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