Emily Dickinson Poem

The Poets light but Lamps

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The Poets light but Lamps—
Themselves—go out—
The Wicks they stimulate—
If vital Light

Inhere as do the Suns—
Each Age a Lens
Disseminating their
Circumference—

The power to be true to You
The pedigree of honey

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