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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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