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Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone—my Tooth has grown—
Supply the minor Palate
That has not starved so long—
I tell thee while I waited
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abjured it
And dine without Like God—
—
Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone—my Tooth has grown—
Affront a minor palate
Thou could’st not goad so long—
I tell thee while I waited—
The mystery of Food
Increased till I abjured it
Subsisting now like God—
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From The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson | Written c. 1873