590 by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
No romance sold unto
Could so enthrall a Man-
As the perusal of
His individual One
’Tis Fiction’s - to dilute to plausibility
Our - Novel. When ’tis small eno’
To credit - ’Tisn’t true -
Could so enthrall a Man-
As the perusal of
His individual One
’Tis Fiction’s - to dilute to plausibility
Our - Novel. When ’tis small eno’
To credit - ’Tisn’t true -