Poems by Emily Dickinson :: :: University of Virginia Library

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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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?”