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Essential Oils-are wrung-
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns-alone-
It is the gift of Screws-
The General Rose-decay-
But this-in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer-When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary-
Essential Oils'are Wrung
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: alone, summer, essential, gift, rose, lady, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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