Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ Exhilaration is within
Exhilaration is within
Exhilaration is within
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand
The Soul achieves Herself
To drink or set away
For Visitor Or Sacrament
‘Tis not of Holiday
To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet Best you can
Exhale in offering.
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