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Essential oils are wrung

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

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.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series
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