I Asked No Other Thing, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Asked No Other Thing

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I asked no other thing—

No other—was denied—

I offered Being—for it—

The Mighty Merchant sneered—

Brazil? He twirled a Button—

Without a glance my way—

“But—Madam—is there nothing else—

That We can show—Today?”

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