I asked no other thing —
I asked no other thing.
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it ;
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil ? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way :
"But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day ?"
More poems by Emily Dickinson
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Because I could not stop for Death —
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— … -
There is a pain — so utter —
There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — … -
A charm invests a face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil … -
There came a Wind like a Bugle —
There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …