There Is An Arid Pleasure

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There is an arid Pleasure-
As different from Joy-
As Frost is different from Dew-
Like element-are they-

Yet one-rejoices Flowers-
And one-the Flowers abhor-
The finest Honey-curdled-
Is worthless-to the Bee-

Emily Dickinson

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