The Neighbors rustle in and out
The Doctor drives away.
A Window opens like a pod -
Abrupt - Mechanically -

Somebody - flings a Mattrass out
The Children hurry by.
Th[e]y wonder - if it, died, on that
I used 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 measures of the House

Of tassles and Coaches soon
It's easy as a sign - the intuition
of the news -
In just a Country Tower.

[by Emily Dickinson]