The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man (Fr1679) lyrics

by

Emily Dickinson


The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
For is it not his Bed - his Advocate - his Edifice -
How safe his fallen Head
In her disheveled Sanctity -
Above him is the sky -
Oblivion bending over him
And Honor leagues away -
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