Emily Dickinson — Unto my Books—so good to turn

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn Far ends of tired Days It half endears the Abstinence And Pain—is missed—in Praise As Flavors—cheer Retarded Guests With Banquettings to be So Spices—stimulate the time Till my small Library It may be Wilderness—without Far feet of failing Men But Holiday—excludes the night And it is Bells—within I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf Their Countenances Kid Enamor—in Prospective And satisfy—obtained