Essential oils are wrung
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
Essential oils are wrung:
The attar from the rose
Is not expressed by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.
The general rose decays;
But this, in lady's drawer,
Makes summer when the lady lies
In ceaseless rosemary.
Emily Dickinson's Essential oils are wrung
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