So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy —

Affront to Him
For whom the Whole were small
Affront to me
Who know His Meed of all.

Earth at the best
Is but a scanty Toy —
Bought, carried Home
To Immortality.

It looks so small
We chiefly wonder then
At our Conceit
In purchasing.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem So large my Will

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