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III. "Your riches taught me poverty"

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Your riches taught me poverty.

Myself a millionnaire

In little wealths, — as girls could boast, —

Till broad as Buenos Ayre,


You drifted your dominions

A different Peru;

And I esteemed all poverty,

For life's estate with you.


Of mines I little know, myself,

But just the names of gems, —

The colors of the commonest;

And scarce of diadems


So much that, did I meet the queen,

Her glory I should know:

But this must be a different wealth,

To miss it beggars so.


I 'm sure 't is India all day

To those who look on you

Without a stint, without a blame, —

Might I but be the Jew!


I 'm sure it is Golconda,

Beyond my power to deem, —

To have a smile for mine each day,

How better than a gem!


At least, it solaces to know

That there exists a gold,

Although I prove it just in time

Its distance to behold!


It 's far, far treasure to surmise,

And estimate the pearl

That slipped my simple fingers through

While just a girl at school!

The Complete Poetry of Emily Dickinson

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