A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson.
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Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
A jealous Zephyr — not a doubt –
Ah, friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The Angels — labored diligent –
Extinguished — now — for you!
It might — have been the Light House spark –
Some Sailor — rowing in the Dark –
Had importuned to see!
It might — have been the waning lamp
That lit the Drummer from the Camp
To purer Reveille!
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The Lamp burns sure — within –
Tho’ Serfs — supply the Oil –
It matters not the busy Wick –
At her phosphoric toil!
The Slave — forgets — to fill –
The Lamp — burns golden — on –
Unconscious that the oil is out –
As that the Slave — is gone.
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