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III. Your riches taught me poverty. Myself a millionnaire In little wealths,    as girls could boast,    Till broad as Buenos Ayre, You drifted your dominions A different Peru; And I esteemed all poverty, For life's estate with you. THREE YOUR RICHES TAUGHT ME POVERTY MYSELF A MILLIONAIRE IN LITTLE WEALTHS AS GIRLS COULD BOAST TILL BROAD AS BUENOS AYRE YOU DRIFTED YOUR DOMINIONS A DIFFERENT PERU AND I ESTEEMED ALL POVERTY FOR LIFE'S ESTATE WITH YOU
et with eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide! Therefore, as one returned, I feel, Odd secrets of the line to tell! Some sailor, skirting foreign shores, Some pale reporter from the awful doors Before the seal! Next time, to stay! Next time, the things to see By ear unheard, Unscrutinized by eye. Next time, to tarry, While the ages steal, -- Slow tramp the centuries, And the cycles wheel. II. LOVE. I. CHOICE. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted like a sand; When figures show their royal front And mists are carved away, -- Behold the atom I preferred To all the lists of clay! II. I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you.  CHAPTER TWO OF POEMS SERIES TWO BY EMILY DICKINSON THIS LIP OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN TWO LOVE ONE CHOICE OF ALL THE SOULS THAT STAND CREATE I HAVE ELECTED ONE WHEN SENSE FROM SPIRIT FILES AWAY AND SUBTERFUGE IS DONE WHEN THAT WHICH IS AND THAT WHICH WAS APART INTRINSIC STAND AND THIS BRIEF TRAGEDY OF FLESH IS SHIFTED LIKE A SAND WHEN FIGURES SHOW THEIR ROYAL FRONT AND MISTS ARE CARVED AWAY BEHOLD THE ATOM I PREFERRED TO ALL THE LISTS OF CLAY TWO I HAVE NO LIFE BUT THIS TO LEAD IT HERE NOR ANY DEATH BUT LEST DISPELLED FROM THERE NOR TIE TO EARTHS TO COME NOR ACTION NEW EXCEPT THROUGH THIS EXTENT THE REALM OF YOU
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