I could bring You Jewels--had I a mind to--
But You have enough--of those--
I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo--
Colors--from Vera Cruz--
Berries of Bahamas--have I--
But this little Blaze
Flickering to itself--in the Meadow--
Suits Me--more than those--
Never a Fellow matched this Topaz--
And his Emerald Swing--
Dower itself--for Bobadilo--
Better--Could I bring!
Corresponds to poem #697 in Thomas H. Johnson, ed., The Complete
Poems of Emily Dickinson (Boston: Little, Brown, 1951).
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