A Book

Emily Dickinson(1830–1886)

Poems by Emily Dickinson, 1890

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 wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings!

From Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890), where it appears as "A Book", via the English Wikisource transcription.

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