<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386457" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Your Riches—taught me—Poverty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">299</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your Riches—taught me—Poverty.<br>Myself—a Millionaire<br>In little Wealths, as Girls could boast<br>Till broad as Buenos Ayre—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You drifted your Dominions—<br>A Different Peru—<br>And I esteemed All Poverty<br>For Life's Estate with you—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Mines, I little know—myself—<br>But just the names, of Gems—<br>The Colors of the Commonest—<br>And scarce of Diadems—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So much, that did I meet the Queen—<br>Her Glory I should know—<br>But this, must be a different Wealth—<br>To miss it—beggars so—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sure 'tis India—all Day—<br>To those who look on You—<br>Without a stint—without a blame,<br>Might I—but be the Jew—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm sure it is Golconda—<br>Beyond my power to deem—<br>To have a smile for Mine—each Day,<br>How better, than a Gem!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least, it solaces to know<br>That there exists—a Gold—<br>Altho' I prove it, just in time<br>Its distance—to behold—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its far—far Treasure to surmise—<br>And estimate the Pearl—<br>That slipped my simple fingers through—<br>While just a Girl at School.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386457" data-title="Your Riches—taught me—Poverty de Emily Dickinson" data-description="299 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— Of Min..."></div> </div> </div>

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