Poem

Without this—there is nought

Emily Dickinson
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea— I could not care—to gain A lesser than the Whole— For did not this include themself— As Seams—include the Ball? I wished a way might be My Heart to subdivide— 'Twould magnify—the Gratitude— And not reduce—the Gold—

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