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.

-Emily Dickinson, Complete Poems, 1924. Part One – Life. XXXVII

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