I Gained It So, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Gained It So

359

I gained it so—

By Climbing slow—

By Catching at the Twigs that grow

Between the Bliss—and me—

It hung so high

As well the Sky

Attempt by Strategy—

I said I gained it—

This—was all—

Look, how I clutch it

Lest it fall—

And I a Pauper go—

Unfitted by an instant’s Grace

For the Contented—Beggar’s face

I wore—an hour ago—

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