448 <br /> <br />This was a Poet—It is That <br />Distills amazing sense <br />From ordinary Meanings— <br />And Attar so immense <br /> <br />From the familiar species <br />That perished by the Door— <br />We wonder it was not Ourselves <br />Arrested it—before— <br /> <br />Of Pictures, the Discloser— <br />The Poet—it is He— <br />Entitles Us—by Contrast— <br />To ceaseless Poverty— <br /> <br />Of portion—so unconscious— <br />The Robbing—could not harm— <br />Himself—to Him—a Fortune— <br />Exterior—to Time—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-was-a-poet-mdash-it-is-that/