“….you’ve got to speak with it too.”
Wonderful, and of course true!
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.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings.
I wonder how Emily might have written this were she writing today?