To pity those that know her not Is helped by the regret That those who know her, know her less The nearer her they get. - Emily Dickinson

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.

I lived on Dread — To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger — Other impetus
Is numb — and Vitalless — As 'twere a Spur — upon the Soul — A Fear will urge it where
To go without the Sceptre's aid
Were Challenging Despair.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And does n't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.