HOPE - Hope is a subtle glutton
Hope is a subtle glutton; / He feeds upon the fair;
A WORD - A word is dead
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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
He touched me, so I live to know
He touched me, so I live to know / That such a day, permitted so,
PSALM OF THE DAY - A something in a summer's day
PSALM OF THE DAY. / A something in a summer's day,
THE butterfly obtains
THE butterfly obtains / But little sympathy,