569 <br /> <br />I reckon—when I count it all— <br />First—Poets—Then the Sun— <br />Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God— <br />And then—the List is done— <br /> <br />But, looking back—the First so seems <br />To Comprehend the Whole— <br />The Others look a needless Show— <br />So I write—Poets—All— <br /> <br />Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year— <br />They can afford a Sun <br />The East—would deem extravagant— <br />And if the Further Heaven— <br /> <br />Be Beautiful as they prepare <br />For Those who worship Them— <br />It is too difficult a Grace— <br />To justify the Dream—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-reckon-when-i-count-it-all/
