I'll clutch -- and clutch by Emily Dickinson
I'll clutch -- and clutch -- Next -- One -- Might be the golden touch -- Could take it -- Diamonds -- Wait -- I'm diving -- just a little late -- But stars -- go slow -- for night --
I'll string you -- in fine Necklace -- Tiaras -- make -- of some -- Wear you on Hem -- Loop up a Countess -- with you -- Make -- a Diadem -- and mend my old One -- Count -- Hoard -- then lose -- And doubt that you are mine -- To have the joy of feeling it -- again --
I'll show you at the Court -- Bear you -- for Ornament Where Women breathe -- That every sigh -- may lift you Just as high -- as I --
And -- when I die -- In meek array -- display you -- Still to show -- how rich I go -- Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful -- And banish me --
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