I Gained It So, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 I gained it so,
    By climbing slow,
    By catching at the twigs that grow
    Between the bliss and me.
    It hung so high,
    As well the sky
    Attempt by strategy.

    I said I gained it, —
    This was all.
    Look, how I clutch it,
    Lest it fall,
    And I a pauper go;
    Unfitted by an instant’s grace
    For the contented beggar’s face
    I wore an hour ago.