Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

He Ate and Drank the Precious Words

He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!

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