Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

A Book

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!

1. Deed
2. Remorse
3. Time's Lesson
4. Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches
5. When I Hoped I Feared

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