Emily Dickinson - Publication—is the Auction lyrics

709 Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather From Our Garret go White—Unto the White Creator Than invest—Our Snow Thought belong to Him who gave it Then—to Him Who bear Its Corporeal illustration—Sell The Royal Air In the Parcel—Be the Merchant Of the Heavenly Grace But reduce no Human Spirit To Disgrace of Price