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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 6, Poema 3
III.
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!
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