I - LIFE - XXI. A BOOK

I - LIFE: XXI. A BOOK [Emily Dickinson's poems collection: First Series [Series 1]]

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!

Content of Life : XXI. A BOOK [Emily Dickinson's poems collection: First Series [Series 1]]

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