My Reward for Being, was This.
My premium — My Bliss —
An Admiralty, less —
A Sceptre — penniless —
And Realms — just Dross —

When Thrones accost my Hands —
With “Me, Miss, Me” —
I’ll unroll Thee —
Dominions dowerless — beside this Grace —
Election — Vote —
The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem My Reward for Being, was This.

1 Comment

  1. frumpo says:

    My only reward in heaven will be the satisfaction from and appreciation for (the grace of) my poetry. (?)

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