It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --
Yet blamed the Fate that flung it -- less
Than I denounced Myself,
For entertaining Plated Wares
Upon My Silver Shelf --
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Before The Ice Is In The Pools
- You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die
- Ambition Cannot Find Him
- For Death—or Rather
- Could Live—did Live
