So large my Will
So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy --
Affront to Him
For whom the Whole were small
Affront to me
Who know His Meed of all.
Earth at the best
Is but a scanty Toy --
Bought, carried Home
To Immortality.
It looks so small
We chiefly wonder then
At our Conceit
In purchasing.
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Emily Dickinson
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