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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part One: Life

CXVIII

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 fractured, less

Than I reviled myself

For entertaining plated wares

Upon my silver shelf.