Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XXXV. DISENCHANTMENT.

Emily Dick

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It dropped so low in my regard

I heard it hit the ground,

And go to pieces on the stones

At bottom of my mind;

Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less

Than I reviled myself

For entertaining plated wares

Upon my silver shelf.

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