There's been a d**h, in the Opposite House
By: Emily Dickinson
There's been a d**h, in the Opposite House
As lately as Today
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have—alway
The Neighbors rustle in and out
The Doctor—drives away
A Window opens like a Pod
Abrupt—mechanically
Somebody flings a Mattress out
The Children hurry by
They wonder if it died—on that
I used to—when a Boy
The Minister—goes stiffly in
As if the House were His
And He owned all the Mourners—now
And little Boys—besides
And then the Milliner—and the Man
Of the Appalling Trade
To take the measure of the House
There'll be that Dark Parade
Of Ta**els—and of Coaches—soon
It's easy as a Sign
The Intuition of the News
In just a Country Town