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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XII

by EmilyDickinson
XI
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XII

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?"
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