Emily Dickinson Poem

A Mine there is no Man would own

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A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside –

Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!

A not admitting of the wound
A little Snow was here and there

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