'My Reward for Being, was This.' (#343) by Emily Dickinson

Poetry

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Emily Dickinson

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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