Emily Dickinson

I’Ll Clutch and Clutch

poem 427

I’ll clutch and clutch Next One Might be the golden touch Could take it Diamonds Wait I’m diving just a little late But stars go slow for night I’ll string you in fine Necklace Tiaras make of some Wear you on Hem Loop up a Countess with you Make a Diadem and mend my old One Count Hoard then lose And doubt that you are mine To have the joy of feeling it again I’ll show you at the Court Bear you for Ornament Where Women breathe That every sigh may lift you Just as high as I And when I die In meek array display you Still to show how rich I go Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful And banish me

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