Art thou the thing I wanted?
Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone -- my Tooth has grown --
Supply the minor Palate
That has not starved so long --
I tell thee while I waited
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abjured it
And dine without Like God --
--
Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone -- my Tooth has grown --
Affront a minor palate
Thou could'st not goad so long --
I tell thee while I waited --
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abjured it
Subsisting now like God --
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Emily Dickinson
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