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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 264 of 446 · Second Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 25

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Essential oils are wrung:
The attar from the rose
Is not expressed by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.

The general rose decays;
But this, in lady's drawer,
Makes summer when the lady lies
In ceaseless rosemary.

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