One need not be a chamber to be haunted
By Emily Dickinson
One need not be a
chamber to be
haunted,
One need not be a
house;
The
brain has
corridors surpassing
Material place.
Far safer, of a
midnight meeting
External ghost,
Then an
interior confronting
That whiter
host
Far safer through an
Abbey gallop,
The
stones achase,
Than,
moonless, one's own self encounter
In
lonesome place.
Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should
startle most;
Assassin, hid in our
apartment,
Be horror's least.
The
prudent carries a
revolver,
He
bolts the
door,
O'erlooking a
superior spectre
More near.