Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
LIII
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| GOD gave a loaf to every bird, | |
| But just a crumb to me; | |
| I dare not eat it, though I starve,— | |
| My poignant luxury | |
| To own it, touch it, prove the feat | 5 |
| That made the pellet mine,— | |
| Too happy in my sparrow chance | |
| For ampler coveting. | |
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| It might be famine all around, | |
| I could not miss an ear, | 10 |
| Such plenty smiles upon my board, | |
| My garner shows so fair. | |
| I wonder how the rich may feel,— | |
| An Indiaman—an Earl? | |
| I deem that I with but a crumb | 15 |
| Am sovereign of them all. | |
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