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To One denied the drink
To tell what Water is
Would be acuter, would it not
Than letting Him surmise?
To lead Him to the Well
And let Him hear it drip
Remind Him, would it not, somewhat
Of His condemned lip?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies
- It Will Be Summer—eventually
- I Hide Myself Within My Flower
- Victory Comes Late
- To Lose Thee
