Exhiliration—is within—, di 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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381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—

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247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!

The Sun and Moon Must Make Their Haste

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Partake as Doth the Bee

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684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

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work for Immortality

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