It would never be Common – more – I said (430)

It would never be Common – more – I said – Difference – had begun – Many a bitterness – had been – But that old sort – was done – Or – if it sometime – showed – as 'twill – Upon the Downiest – Morn – Such bliss – had I – for all the years – 'Twould give an easier – pain – I'd so much joy – I told it – Red – Upon my simple Cheek – I felt it publish – in my Eye – 'Twas needless – any speak – I walked – as wings – my body bore – The feet – I former used – Unnescessary – now to me – As boots – would be – to Birds – I put my pleasure all abroad – I dealt a word of Gold To every Creature – that I met – And Dowered – all the World – When – suddenly – my Riches shrank – A Goblin – drank my Dew – My Palaces – dropped tenantless – Myself – was beggared – too – I clutched at sounds – I groped at shapes – I touched the tops of Films – I felt the Wilderness roll back Along my Golden lines – The Sackcloth – hangs upon the nail – The Frock I used to wear – But where my moment of Brocade – My – drop – of India? by Emily Dickinson c. 1862