A Winged Spark Doth Soar About-
Emily Dickinson
1468 A winged spark doth soar about— I never met it near For Lightning it is oft mistook When nights are hot and sere— Its twinkling Travels it pursues Above the Haunts of men— A speck of Rapture—first perceived By feeling it is gone— Rekindled by some action quaint
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