Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- by Emily Dickinson
Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- Far ends of tired Days -- It half endears the Abstinence -- And Pain -- is missed -- in Praise --
As Flavors -- cheer Retarded Guests With Banquettings to be -- So Spices -- stimulate the time Till my small Library --
It may be Wilderness -- without -- Far feet of failing Men -- But Holiday -- excludes the night -- And it is Bells -- within --
I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf -- Their Countenances Kid Enamor -- in Prospective -- And satisfy -- obtained --
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