A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in - Emily Dickinson

A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.

It's all I have to bring today — This, and my heart beside — This, and my heart, and all the fields — And all the meadows wide — Be sure you count — should I forget
Some one the sum could tell — This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

I took my Power in my Hand — And went against the World — 'Twas not so much as David — had — But I — was twice as bold — I aimed by Pebble — but Myself
Was all the one that fell — Was it Goliath — was too large — Or was myself — too small?

What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where are the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Necromancer, landlord,
Who are these below?