Emily Dickinson

I Gained It So

poem 359

I gained it so By Climbing slow By Catching at the Twigs that grow Between the Bliss and me It hung so high As well the Sky Attempt by Strategy I said I gained it This was all Look, how I clutch it Lest it fall And I a Pauper go Unfitted by an instant’s Grace For the Contented Beggar’s face I wore an hour ago

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