Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
LXXVII
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| I GAINED it so, | |
| By climbing slow, | |
| By catching at the twigs that grow | |
| Between the bliss and me. | |
| It hung so high, | 5 |
| As well the sky | |
| Attempt by strategy. | |
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| I said I gained it, | |
| This was all. | |
| Look, how I clutch it, | 10 |
| Lest it fall, | |
| And I a pauper go; | |
| Unfitted by an instants grace | |
| For the contented beggars face | |
| I wore an hour ago. | 15 |
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