My Reward for Being, Was This, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

My Reward for Being, Was This

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My Reward for Being, was This.

My premium—My Bliss—

An Admiralty, less—

A Sceptre—penniless—

And Realms—just Dross—

When Thrones accost my Hands—

With “Me, Miss, Me”—

I’ll unroll Thee—

Dominions dowerless—beside this Grace—

Election—Vote—

The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.

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