Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Lamp Burns Sure—within - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Lamp burns sure—within—
Tho' Serfs—supply the Oil—
It matters not the busy Wick—
At her phosphoric toil!

The Slave—forgets—to fill—
The Lamp—burns golden—on—
Unconscious that the oil is out—
As that the Slave—is gone.


Comments about The Lamp Burns Sure—within by Emily Dickinson

  • Indira Renganathan (11/23/2016 1:39:00 AM)


    It is the labour of the serfs that supply oil...and the lamp burns on...but the oil is out there! means no labour of the slave to supply oil...great as usual- 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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