Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a ‘Diver’ -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I – a sparrow – build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
Emily Dickinson, ‘Her breast is fit for pearls’ (c.1859)
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