Emily Dickinson - I dwell in Possibility

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

Narrower for Doorways—
More numerous of ways—
And every time I step outside—
You lay without your way—

To cease from Nature’s Laws
Then Solemn there at Dusk—
I kept a little house where
Elizabeth is
And she will stay—

At Home—at Home by Twilight
Deep down at Parting Time—
My Playground—
Where I shall play
When I am Void of Duty—

And nothing but a Wind will say!