work for Immortality, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

work for Immortality

406

Some’—Work for Immortality’—

The Chiefer part, for Time’—

He’—Compensates’—immediately’—

The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—

Slow Gold’—but Everlasting’—

The Bullion of Today’—

Contrasted with the Currency

Of Immortality’—

A Beggar’—Here and There’—

Is gifted to discern

Beyond the Broker’s insight’—

One’s’—Money’—One’s’—the Mine’—

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