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;
Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines; Or diamonds, when I seeA 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
A pittance at a time, 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!
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