Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

At Home

The night was wide, and furnished scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.

The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then clambered up
And fretted in the eaves.

No squirrel went abroad;
A dog's belated feet
Like intermittent plush were heard
Adown the empty street.

To feel if blinds be fast,
And closer to the fire
Her little rocking-chair to draw,
And shiver for the poor,

The housewife's gentle task.
"How pleasanter," said she
Unto the sofa opposite,
"The sleet than May -- no thee!"

1. If I Should Die
2. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
3. Precedence
4. Saved!
5. Forbidden Fruit. I

Christina Rossetti (Кристина Россетти) At Home ("When I was dead, my spirit turned")

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