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When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems—a Tale—
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale—
And tho' I'm scarce accounted,
My Art, a Summer Day—had Patrons—
Once—it was a Queen—
And once—a Butterfly—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- 'Tis So Appalling&Mdash;It Exhilarates
- Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be
- Pain Has An Element
- He Fought Like Those Who'Ve Nought To Lose
- It Would Have Starved A Gnat