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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

LII.

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THIRST.

We thirst at first, — 't is Nature's act; And later, when we die, A little water supplicate Of fingers going by.

It intimates the finer want, Whose adequate supply Is that great water in the west Termed immortality.

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