Hope Is A Subtle Glutton-

Emily Dickinson

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Hope is a subtle Glutton—
He feeds upon the Fair—
And yet—inspected closely
What Abstinence is there—

His is the Halcyon Table—
That never seats but One—
And whatsoever is consumed
The same amount remain—

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