Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
ClassicsEmily Dickinson
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil! The Slave—forgets—to fill— The Lamp—burns golden—on— Unconscious that the oil is out— As that the Slave—is gone.
0
2.2k
The Lamp burns sure—within
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil! The Slave—forgets—to fill— The Lamp—burns golden—on— Unconscious that the oil is out— As that the Slave—is gone.
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American