 | Poems by Emily Dickinson |  |
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XXXV.
DISENCHANTMENT.
It dropped so low in my regard
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;
I heard it hit the ground,
And go to pieces on the stones
At bottom of my mind;
Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.
Than I reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.
| Poems by Emily Dickinson | |