Emily Dickinson - I reckon—when I count it all lyrics

569 I reckon—when I count it all First—Poets—Then the Sun Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God And then—the List is done But, looking back—the First so seems To Comprehend the Whole The Others look a needless Show So I write—Poets—All Their Summer—lasts a Solid Year They can afford a Sun The East—would deem extravagant And if the Further Heaven Be Beautiful as they prepare For Those who worship Them It is too difficult a Grace To justify the Dream