Plated Wares

It dropped so low—in my Regard—

I heard it hit the Ground—

And go to pieces on the Stones 

At bottom of my Mind—

 

Yet blamed the Fate that flung it—less 

Than I denounced Myself, 

For entertaining Plated Wares 

Upon My Silver Shelf—

 

[Emily Dickinson {1830-1886} 'It Dropped so Low', from The Premier Book of Major Poets]