POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
LXXXIV
'TIS little I could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;
Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
Continual crowning me.
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
Continual crowning me.
LXXXV
SUPERIORITY to fate
Is difficult to learn.
’T is not conferred by any,
But possible to earn
Is difficult to learn.
’T is not conferred by any,
But possible to earn
A pittance at a time,
Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.
Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.
LXXXVI
HOPE is a subtle glutton;
He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
What abstinence is there!
He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
What abstinence is there!
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