Who robbed the woods
Who robbed the woods, / The trusting woods?
DESIRE - Who never wanted, -- maddest joy
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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.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE
After a hundred years / Nobody knows the place, --
A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay
A PROMPT, executive Bird is the Jay, / Bold as a Bailiff's hymn,
THE Duties of the Wind are few
THE Duties of the Wind are few– / To cast the Ships at sea,