I Gained It So

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Title:     I Gained It So
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
It hung so high,
As well the sky
Attempt by strategy.

I said I gained it, --
This was all.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the contented beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: I Gained It So

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