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As if I asked a common Alms,
And in my wondering hand
A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,
And I, bewildered, stand—
As if I asked the Orient
Had it for me a Morn—
And it should lift its purple Dikes,
And shatter me with Dawn!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Tooth Upon Our Peace
- Water, Is Taught By Thirst
- At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left
- Unable Are The Loved To Die
- Surgeons Must Be Very Careful