My Reward For Being, Was This - Poem by Emily Dickinson
My Reward for Being, was This.
My premium—My Bliss—
An Admiralty, less—
And Realms—just Dross—
When Thrones accost my Hands—
With "Me, Miss, Me"—
I'll unroll Thee—
Dominions dowerless—beside this Grace—
The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.
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