Emily Dickinson - A House upon the Height lyrics

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