Poems by Emily Dickinson: Desire

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff

Desire

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.
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