Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Compensation

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years —
Bitter contested farthings —
And Coffers heaped with Tears!

1. Going
2. Who Robbed the Woods
3. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
4. If I Should Die
5. Lay This Laurel on the One

Sara Teasdale Compensation ("I should be glad of loneliness")

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