Poem - Who never wanted, maddest joy By Emily Dickinson
Who never wanted,—maddest joy:
Who never wanted,—maddest joy
Remains to him unknown;
The banquet of abstemiousness
Surpasses that of wine.
Within its hope, though yet ungrasped 5
Desire’s perfect goal,
No nearer, lest reality
Should disenthrall thy soul.
Who never wanted,—maddest joy
Remains to him unknown;
The banquet of abstemiousness
Surpasses that of wine.
Within its hope, though yet ungrasped 5
Desire’s perfect goal,
No nearer, lest reality
Should disenthrall thy soul.