There's been a Death in the Opposite House by Emily Dickinson

There's been a death in the opposite house / As lately as to-day.

I know it by the numb look / Such houses have alway.

The neighbors rustle in and out, / The doctor drives away.

A window opens like a pod, / Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out, -- / The children hurry by; / They wonder if It died on that, -- / I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in / As if the house were his, / And he owned all the mourners now, / And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man / Of the appalling trade, / To take the measure of the house.

There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon; / It's easy as a sign, -- / The intuition of the news / In just a country town.