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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