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 —

Emily Dickenson






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