Who never wanted, -- maddest joy
Remains to him unknown:
The banquet of abstemiousness
Surpasses that of wine.
Within its hope, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect goal,
No nearer, lest reality
Should disenthrall thy soul.
Desire
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Poem topics: hope, joy, never, perfect, desire, soul, unknown, goal, reality, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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