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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 131. Who never wanted, - maddest joy

DESIRE.


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.

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