Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| THE LUXURY to apprehend | |
| The luxury ’t would be | |
| To look at thee a single time, | |
| An Epicure of me, | |
| In whatsoever Presence, makes, | 5 |
| Till, for a further food | |
| I scarcely recollect to starve, | |
| So first am I supplied. | |
| The luxury to meditate | |
| The luxury it was | 10 |
| To banquet on thy Countenance, | |
| A sumptuousness bestows | |
| On plainer days, | |
| Whose table, far as | |
| Certainty can see, | 15 |
| Is laden with a single crumb— | |
| The consciousness of Thee. | |
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