Time XL. I Never lost as much but twice (49), by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Time XL. I Never lost as much but twice (49)

Part Four: Time and Eternity

I NEVER lost as much but twice,

And that was in the sod;

Twice have I stood a beggar

Before the door of God!

Angels, twice descending,

Reimbursed my store.

Burglar, banker, father,

I am poor once more

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