Unto My Books—so Good To Turn Poem by Emily Dickinson

Unto My Books—so Good To Turn

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Unto my Books—so good to turn—
Far ends of tired Days—
It half endears the Abstinence—
And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

As Flavors—cheer Retarded Guests
With Banquettings to be—
So Spices—stimulate the time
Till my small Library—

It may be Wilderness—without—
Far feet of failing Men—
But Holiday—excludes the night—
And it is Bells—within—

I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf—
Their Countenances Kid
Enamor—in Prospective—
And satisfy—obtained—

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
fred putnam 24 January 2019

The last word in line 14 should be Kind.

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