He was my host -- he was my guest,
I never to this day
If I invited him could tell,
Or he invited me.

So infinite our intercourse
So intimate, indeed,
Analysis as capsule seemed
To keeper of the seed.

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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 1721. He was my host -- he was my guest,
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
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