The brain is wider than the Sky.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without opress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human soul
I dwell in Possibility –
He ate and drank the precious Words – His Spirit grew robust – He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust –
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
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