Who Court Obtain Within Himself, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Who Court Obtain Within Himself

803

Who Court obtain within Himself

Sees every Man a King—

And Poverty of Monarchy

Is an interior thing—

No Man depose

Whom Fate Ordain—

And Who can add a Crown

To Him who doth continual

Conspire against His Own

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