I play at Riches — to appease
The Clamoring for Gold —
It kept me from a Thief, I think,
For often, overbold
With Want, and Opportunity —
I could have done a Sin
And been Myself that easy Thing
An independent Man —
But often as my lot displays
Too hungry to be borne
I deem Myself what I would be —
And novel Comforting
My Poverty and I derive —
We question if the Man —
Who own — Esteem the Opulence —
As We — Who never Can —
Should ever these exploring Hands
Chance Sovereign on a Mine —
Or in the long — uneven term
To win, become their turn —
How fitter they will be — for Want —
Enlightening so well —
I know not which, Desire, or Grant —
Be wholly beautiful —
(Emily Dickinson)
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