A House upon the Height Emily Dickinson

A House upon the Height
That Wagon never reached
No Dead, were ever carried down
No Peddler's Cart — approached

Whose Chimney never smoked
Whose Windows — Night and Morn
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last
Then — held an Empty Pane

Whose fate — Conjecture knew
No other neighbor — did
And what it was — we never lisped
Because He — never told