The way Hope builds his House

May 15, 2017 at 3:25 pm Leave a comment

by Emily Dickinson

The way Hope builds his House
It is not with a sill –
Nor Rafter – has that Edifice
But only Pinnacle –

Abode in as supreme
This superficies
As if it were of Ledges smit
Or mortised with the Laws –

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