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I hide myself within my flower, that your whereing on your breast You,unsuspecting, wear me too- And angels know the rest. I dwell in possibility a fairer house than prose, more numerous of windows, superior of doors. Of chambers,as the cedars- impregnable of eye; And for an everlasting roof the gables of the sky. Of visitors-the fairest- for occupation-this- The spreading wide my narrow hands to gather paradise.
Emily Dickinson was born in Amherst Massachusetts in 1830.
Emily Dickinson's tombstone in the family plot
She died in amherts in 1886.
The Dickinson Homestead as it appears today. In 2003 it was made into the Emily Dickinson Museum.
