Essential Oils — are wrung by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
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Essential Oils — are wrung
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns — alone
It is the gift of Screws
The General Rose — decay
But this — in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer — When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary
Essential Oils — are wrung
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns — alone
It is the gift of Screws
The General Rose — decay
But this — in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer — When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary