For Each Ecstatic Instant

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

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

.......a wonderful poem, very nicely penned ★
Good one, I like it please check and review my poems