’Tis little I—could care for Pearls, by Emily Dickinson

’Tis little I—could care for Pearls

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’Tis little I—could care for Pearls—

Who own the ample sea—

Or Brooches—when the Emperor—

With Rubies—pelteth me—

Or Gold—who am the Prince of Mines—

Or Diamonds—when have I

A Diadem to fit a Dom—

Continual upon me—

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This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species

Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—