Without this—there is nought—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Without this—there is nought—

655

Without this—there is nought—

All other Riches be

As is the Twitter of a Bird—

Heard opposite the Sea—

I could not care—to gain

A lesser than the Whole—

For did not this include themself—

As Seams—include the Ball?

I wished a way might be

My Heart to subdivide—

’Twould magnify—the Gratitude—

And not reduce—the Gold—

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Without this—there is nought—

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