Publication—is the Auction lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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