Poems by Emily Dickinson: Lost
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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Lost
Lost
I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.
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!
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me!
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