Emily Dickinson - I was the slightest in the House lyrics

486 I was the slightest in the House I took the smallest Room At night, my little Lamp, and Book And one Geranium So stationed I could catch the Mint That never ceased to fall And just my Basket Let me think—I'm sure That this was all I never spoke—unless addressed And then, 'twas brief and low I could not bear to live—aloud The Racket shamed me so And if it had not been so far And any one I knew Were going—I had often thought How noteless—I could die