A Counterfeit — a Plated Person —
I would not be —
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie —
Truth is good Health — and Safety, and the Sky.
How meagre, what an Exile — is a Lie,
And Vocal — when we die —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem A Counterfeit — a Plated Person —

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