Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| HE ate and drank the precious words, | |
| His spirit grew robust; | |
| He knew no more that he was poor, | |
| Nor that his frame was dust. | |
| He danced along the dingy days, | 5 |
| And this bequest of wings | |
| Was but a book. What liberty | |
| A loosened spirit brings! | |
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