I Made Slow Riches But my Gain, par Emily Dickinson

I Made Slow Riches But my Gain

843

I made slow Riches but my Gain

Was steady as the Sun

And every Night, it numbered more

Than the preceding One

All Days, I did not earn the same

But my perceiveless Gain

Inferred the less by Growing than

The Sum that it had grown.

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391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.