Emily Dickinson

My Reward For Being, Was This

poem 343

My Reward for Being, was This. My premium My Bliss An Admiralty, less A Sceptre penniless And Realms just Dross When Thrones accost my Hands With Me, Miss, Me I’ll unroll Thee Dominions dowerless beside this Grace Election Vote The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.

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