Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series Two by Emily Dickinson
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XLIV. THE SHELTER. The body grows outside, -- The more convenient way, -- That if the spirit like to hide, Its temple stands alway Ajar, secure, inviting; It never did betray The soul that asked its shelter In timid honesty. XLV. Undue significance a starving man attaches To food Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless, And therefore good. Partaken, it relieves indeed, but proves us That spices fly In the receipt. It was the distance Was savory. |
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