299 <br /> <br />Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. <br />Myself—a Millionaire <br />In little Wealths, as Girls could boast <br />Till broad as Buenos Ayre— <br /> <br />You drifted your Dominions— <br />A Different Peru— <br />And I esteemed All Poverty <br />For Life's Estate with you— <br /> <br />Of Mines, I little know—myself— <br />But just the names, of Gems— <br />The Colors of the Commonest— <br />And scarce of Diadems— <br /> <br />So much, that did I meet the Queen— <br />Her Glory I should know— <br />But this, must be a different Wealth— <br />To miss it—beggars so— <br /> <br />I'm sure 'tis India—all Day— <br />To those who look on You— <br />Without a stint—without a blame, <br />Might I—but be the Jew— <br /> <br />I'm sure it is Golconda— <br />Beyond my power to deem— <br />To have a smile for Mine—each Day, <br />How better, than a Gem! <br /> <br />At least, it solaces to know <br />That there exists—a Gold— <br />Altho' I prove it, just in time <br />Its distance—to behold— <br /> <br />Its far—far Treasure to surmise— <br />And estimate the Pearl— <br />That slipped my simple fingers through— <br />While just a Girl at School.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-riches-taught-me-poverty/
