What would I give to see his Face – Emily Dickinson

What would I give to see his face?

I’d give—I’d give my life—of course—

But that is not enough!

Stop just a minute—let me think!

I’d give my biggest Bobolink!

That makes two—Him—and Life!

You know who “June” is—

I’d give her—

Roses a day from Zanzibar—

And Lily tubes—like Wells—

Bees—by the furlong—

Straits of Blue

Navies of Butterflies—sailed thro’—

And dappled Cowslip Dells—
Then I have “shares” in Primrose “Banks”—

Daffodil Dowries—spicy “Stocks”—

Dominions—broad as Dew—

Bags of Doublons—adventurous Bees

Brought me—from firmamental seas—

And Purple—from Peru—
Now—have I bought it—

“Shylock”? Say!

Sign me the Bond!

“I vow to pay

To Her—who pledges this—

One hour—of her Sovereign’s face”!

Ecstatic Contract!

Niggard Grace!

My Kingdom’s worth of Bliss! 

When a Lover is a Begger – Emily Dickinson 

When a Lover is a Begger

Abject is his Knee – 

When a Lover is an Owner

Different is he – 

What he begged is then the Beggar – 

Oh disparity – 

Bread of Heaven resents bestowal

Like an obloquy –