Perhaps I Asked Too Large
Emily Dickinson
352 Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments— Those—dangle easy—on my arm, But smaller bundles—Cram.
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