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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Who Court Obtain Within Himself

803
 
Who Court obtain within Himself
Sees every Man a King—
And Poverty of Monarchy
Is an interior thing—
 
No Man depose
Whom Fate Ordain—
And Who can add a Crown
To Him who doth continual
Conspire against His Own

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