Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

I Made Slow Riches But My Gain - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I made slow Riches but my Gain
Was steady as the Sun
And every Night, it numbered more
Than the preceding One

All Days, I did not earn the same
But my perceiveless Gain
Inferred the less by Growing than
The Sum that it had grown.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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