Emily Dickinson

Her Breast Is Fit For Pearls

poem 84

Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a Diver Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home I a Sparrow build there Sweet of twigs and twine My perennial nest.

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