Poemsby Emily Dickinson

A Well

 What mystery pervades a well!   The water lives so far, Like neighbor from another world   Residing in a jar. 
 The grass does not appear afraid;   I often wonder he Can stand so close and look so bold   At what is dread to me. 
 Related somehow they may be, -   The sedge stands next the sea, Where he is floorless, yet of fear   No evidence gives he. 
 But nature is a stranger yet;   The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house,   Nor simplified her ghost. 
 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.