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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 111 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Lost

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I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me!

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