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He Ate and Drank the Precious Words

He Ate and Drank the Precious Words

Emily DickinsonHe Ate and Drank the Precious Words

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 Wings
Was but a Book—What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings—
&#8212Emily Dickinson

David Isaacson
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