I had a guinea golden—

I lost it in the

And tho' the sum was

And pounds were in the

Still, had it such a

Unto my frugal eye—

That when I could not

I sat me down to


I had a star in

One "Pleiad" was its name—

And when I was not

It wandered from the same.

And tho' the skies are

And all the night ashine—

I do not care about

Since none of them are

And when this mournful story

Accompanied with tear—

Shall meet the eye of

In country far from here—

Grant that repentance solemn

May seize upon his mind—

And he no consolation

Beneath the sun may find.

I Had A Guinea Golden Emily Dickinson

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