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I made slow Riches but my Gain
Was steady as the Sun
And every Night, it numbered more
Than the preceding One
All Days, I did not earn the same
But my perceiveless Gain
Inferred the less by Growing than
The Sum that it had grown.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- He Put The Belt Around My Life
- I Have No Life But This
- Only A Shrine, But Mine
- When Diamonds Are A Legend
- 'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates