Emily Dickinson Poem

When Diamonds are a Legend

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When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems—a Tale—
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale—

And tho’ I’m scarce accounted,
My Art, a Summer Day—had Patrons—
Once—it was a Queen—
And once—a Butterfly—

When I count the seeds
When Bells stop ringing—Church—begins

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