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My Reward for Being, was This.
My premium—My Bliss—
An Admiralty, less—
A Sceptre—penniless—
And Realms—just Dross—
When Thrones accost my Hands—
With "Me, Miss, Me"—
I'll unroll Thee—
Dominions dowerless—beside this Grace—
Election—Vote—
The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.
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Comments1Just read "My Reward for Being, was This" again after many years. I remember it being more profound as a kid. The language is beautiful, but the overall meaning didn't really resonate with me this time around.