One Life of So Much Consequence!, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

One Life of So Much Consequence!

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One Life of so much Consequence!

Yet I—for it—would pay—

My Soul’s entire income—

In ceaseless—salary—

One Pearl—to me—so signal—

That I would instant dive—

Although—I knew—to take it—

Would cost me—just a life!

The Sea is full—I know it!

That—does not blur my Gem!

It burns—distinct from all the row—

Intact—in Diadem!

The life is thick—I know it!

Yet—not so dense a crowd—

But Monarchs—are perceptible—

Far down the dustiest Road!

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