Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—

“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me—

Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—

“Mansions”! Mansions must be warm!

Mansions cannot let the tears in,

Mansions must exclude the storm!

“Many Mansions,” by “his Father,”

I don’t know him; snugly built!

Could the Children find the way there’—

Some, would even trudge tonight!

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