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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 111 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Lost

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I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, find it, sir, for me!

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