Without This-there Is Nought

Emily Dickinson

655

Without this—there is nought—
All other Riches be
As is the Twitter of a Bird—
Heard opposite the Sea—

I could not care—to gain
A lesser than the Whole—
For did not this include themself—
As Seams—include the Ball?

I wished a way might be
My Heart to subdivide—
’Twould magnify—the Gratitude—
And not reduce—the Gold—

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