Exhiliration—is within—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Exhiliration—is within—

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Exhiliration—is within—

There can no Outer Wine

So royally intoxicate

As that diviner Brand

The Soul achieves—Herself—

To drink—or set away

For Visitor—Or Sacrament—

’Tis not of Holiday

To stimulate a Man

Who hath the Ample Rhine

Within his Closet—Best you can

Exhale in offering.

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