On The Bleakness Of My Lot

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Title:     On The Bleakness Of My Lot
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

On the bleakness of my lot
Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
Yielded grape and maize.

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: On The Bleakness Of My Lot

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