454 <br /> <br />It was given to me by the Gods— <br />When I was a little Girl— <br />They given us Presents most—you know— <br />When we are new—and small. <br />I kept it in my Hand— <br />I never put it down— <br />I did not dare to eat—or sleep— <br />For fear it would be gone— <br />I heard such words as "Rich"— <br />When hurrying to school— <br />From lips at Corners of the Streets— <br />And wrestled with a smile. <br />Rich! 'Twas Myself—was rich— <br />To take the name of Gold— <br />And Gold to own—in solid Bars— <br />The Difference—made me bold—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-given-to-me-by-the-gods/
