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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 297 of 446 · Third Series: Life

A Book

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There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

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