A Mine There Is No Man Would Own

Emily Dickinson

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A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside—

Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!

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