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I could not drink it, Sweet,
Till You had tasted first,
Though cooler than the Water was
The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There Is A Languor Of The Life
- Who Occupies This House?
- The Veins Of Other Flowers
- Had I Not This, Or This, I Said
- Pain&Mdash;Expands The Time
