A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside —

Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem A Mine there is no Man would own

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