Poems: A Book

by Emily Dickinson

    There is no frigate like a book
      To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
      Of prancing poetry.
    This traverse may the poorest take
      Without oppress of toll;
    How frugal is the chariot
      That bears a human soul!

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