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| I'll clutch -- and clutch --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 427
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- -426-
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| Succeeded by: | Taking up the fair Ideal, -428-
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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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