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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 282 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Real Riches

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'T is little I could care for pearls Who own the ample sea; Or brooches, when the Emperor With rubies pelteth me;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines; Or diamonds, when I see A diadem to fit a dome Continual crowning me.

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