I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –

Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of Eye –
And there – a百th of Greatness
Nor less – is heard,

And each – new Drummer’s Lure
Upon the open sun –
As far as the spark of a Word,
For lost Chasms of Love!

• Emily Dickinson