Emily Dickinson - The Poets light but Lamps lyrics
883 The Poets light but Lamps Themselves—go out The Wicks they stimulate If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference
883 The Poets light but Lamps Themselves—go out The Wicks they stimulate If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference