The Ditch Is Dear To The Drunken Man
1645
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
For is it not his Bed-
His Advocate-his Edifice?
How safe his fallen Head
In her disheveled Sanctity-
Above him is the sky-
Oblivion bending over him
And Honor leagues away.
Emily Dickinson
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