121 <br /> <br />As Watchers hang upon the East, <br />As Beggars revel at a feast <br />By savory Fancy spread— <br />As brooks in deserts babble sweet <br />On ear too far for the delight, <br />Heaven beguiles the tired. <br /> <br />As that same watcher, when the East <br />Opens the lid of Amethyst <br />And lets the morning go— <br />That Beggar, when an honored Guest, <br />Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed, <br />Heaven to us, if true.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-watchers-hang-upon-the-east/
