To One Denied the Drink, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To One Denied the Drink

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To One denied the drink

To tell what Water is

Would be acuter, would it not

Than letting Him surmise?

To lead Him to the Well

And let Him hear it drip

Remind Him, would it not, somewhat

Of His condemned lip?

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