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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 439 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Thirst

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We thirst at first, -- 't is Nature's act;
And later, when we die,
A little water supplicate
Of fingers going by.

It intimates the finer want,
Whose adequate supply
Is that great water in the west
Termed immortality.

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