Emily Dickinson

It Was Given To Me By The Gods

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It was given to me by the Gods When I was a little Girl They given us Presents most you know When we are new and small. I kept it in my Hand I never put it down I did not dare to eat or sleep For fear it would be gone I heard such words as Rich When hurrying to school From lips at Corners of the Streets And wrestled with a smile. Rich! ‘Twas Myself was rich To take the name of Gold And Gold to own in solid Bars The Difference made me bold

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