I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching
Next to mine,
And summon them to drink;

Crackling with fever, they Essay,
I turn my brimming eyes away,
And come next hour to look.

The hands still hug the tardy glass —
The lips I would have cooled, alas —
Are so superfluous Cold —

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould —

Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it remained to speak —

And so I always bear the cup
If, haply, mine may be the drop
Some pilgrim thirst to slake —

If, haply, any say to me
“Unto the little, unto me,”
When I at last awake.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem I bring an unaccustomed wine

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  1. frumpo says:

    I have a strange kind of life to give to people, but very few want it.

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