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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

XLVIII.

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DESIRE.

Who never wanted, — maddest joy Remains to him unknown: The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine.

Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect goal, No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul.

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