Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Superiority to Fate

Forbidden Fruit (I)

Hope

Hope is a subtle glutton;
  He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
  What abstinence is there!

His is the halcyon table
  That never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed
  The same amounts remain.

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Superiority to Fate

Forbidden Fruit (I)