Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds

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Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds

To drink—enables Mine

Through Desert or the Wilderness

As bore it Sealed Wine—

To go elastic—Or as One

The Camel’s trait—attained—

How powerful the Stimulus

Of an Hermetic Mind—

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