He ate and drank the precious Words —
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
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
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book — What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings —
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It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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Imperfectly beheld.
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It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …
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