Emily Dickinson Poem

The Lassitudes of Contemplation

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The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit’s still vacation
That him refresh —
The Dreams consolidate in action —
What mettle fair

The last of Summer is Delight —
The largest Fire ever known

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