Explore "On the Bleakness of my Lot" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.