I years had been from home,

I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my business there.
My business, just a life I left,
Was such still dwelling there?

I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.

I laughed a wooden laugh
That I could fear a door,
Who danger and the dead had faced,
But never quaked before.

I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.

I moved my fingers off
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.

Emily Dickinson

Wandering desire of Emily who lives a reclusive life. One of the most paradoxical poem. 

I had been from home many years,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open,
Lest a face I never saw before
Stare into mine blindly
And ask my business there.
My business in the past
Was such still dwelling there?

I behaved awkwardly,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.

I had faced danger and the dead,
But never quaked before.
I laughed a stiff laugh
Because I could fear a door.

I fasten my hand to the lock
With trembling care,
Lest the awful door should spring back,
And leave me standing there.

I moved my fingers off
As cautiously as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.