Emily Dickinson

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

It Was Given To Me By The Gods - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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It was given to me by the Gods—
When I was a little Girl—
They given us Presents most—you know—
When we are new—and small.
I kept it in my Hand—
I never put it down—
I did not dare to eat—or sleep—
For fear it would be gone—
I heard such words as "Rich"—
When hurrying to school—
From lips at Corners of the Streets—
And wrestled with a smile.
Rich! 'Twas Myself—was rich—
To take the name of Gold—
And Gold to own—in solid Bars—
The Difference—made me bold—


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  • Rookie - 431 Points Patti Masterman (12/6/2014 3:57:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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