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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It would never be Common—more—I said</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">430</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It would never be Common—more—I said—<br>Difference—had begun—<br>Many a bitterness—had been—<br>But that old sort—was done—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or—if it sometime—showed—as 'twill—<br>Upon the Downiest—Morn—<br>Such bliss—had I—for all the years—<br>'Twould give an Easier—pain—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'd so much joy—I told it—Red—<br>Upon my simple Cheek—<br>I felt it publish—in my Eye—<br>'Twas needless—any speak—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I walked—as wings—my body bore—<br>The feet—I former used—<br>Unnecessary—now to me—<br>As boots—would be—to Birds—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I put my pleasure all abroad—<br>I dealth a word of Gold<br>To every Creature—that I met—<br>And Dowered—all the World—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When—suddenly—my Riches shrank—<br>A Goblin—drank my Dew—<br>My Palaces—dropped tenantless—<br>Myself—was beggared—too—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I clutched at sounds—<br>I groped at shapes—<br>I touched the tops of Films—<br>I felt the Wilderness roll back<br>Along my Golden lines—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Sackcloth—hangs upon the nail—<br>The Frock I used to wear—<br>But where my moment of Brocade—<br>My—drop—of India?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>

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