427 <br /> <br />I'll clutch—and clutch— <br />Next—One—Might be the golden touch— <br />Could take it— <br />Diamonds—Wait— <br />I'm diving—just a little late— <br />But stars—go slow—for night— <br /> <br />I'll string you—in fine Necklace— <br />Tiaras—make—of some— <br />Wear you on Hem— <br />Loop up a Countess—with you— <br />Make—a Diadem—and mend my old One— <br />Count—Hoard—then lose— <br />And doubt that you are mine— <br />To have the joy of feeling it—again— <br /> <br />I'll show you at the Court— <br />Bear you—for Ornament <br />Where Women breathe— <br />That every sigh—may lift you <br />Just as high—as I— <br /> <br />And—when I die— <br />In meek array—display you— <br />Still to show—how rich I go— <br />Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful— <br />And banish me—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-clutch-and-clutch/
