Expectation—is Contentment—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Expectation—is Contentment—

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Expectation—is Contentment—

Gain—Satiety—

But Satiety—Conviction

Of Necessity

Of an Austere trait in Pleasure—

Good, without alarm

Is a too established Fortune—

Danger—deepens Sum—

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