Emily Dickinson - My Reward for Being, was This (343) lyrics
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.