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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 284 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Hope

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Hope is a subtle glutton; He feeds upon the fair; And yet, inspected closely, What abstinence is there!

His is the halcyon table That never seats but one, And whatsoever is consumed The same amounts remain.

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