O my poor Kingdom,
Sick with civil blows
Peopled with WOLVES,
Thy old inhabitants...
5/17/2015
'A Book' By Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul.
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