It Dropped So Low in my Regard, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It Dropped So Low in my Regard

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.

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