by Emily Dickinson
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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < I found the phrase to every thought
I Had a Guinea Golden > > >
I gained it so
I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
It hung so high,
As well the sky
Attempt by strategy.
I said I gained it, —
This was all.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant’s grace
For the contented beggar’s face
I wore an hour ago.
< < < I found the phrase to every thought
I Had a Guinea Golden > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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