Without this—there is nought Emily Dickinson

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Without this—there is nought
All other Riches be
As is the Twitter of a Bird
Heard opposite the Sea

I could not care—to gain
A lesser than the Whole
For did not this include themself
As Seams—include the Ball?

I wished a way might be
My Heart to subdivide
'Twould magnify—the Gratitude
And not reduce—the Gold