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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—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Color Of The Grave Is Green
- I'M Saying Every Day
- One And One—are One
- I Never Hear The Word 'Escape'
- Nature And God—i Neither Knew