Your Riches—taught me—Poverty.
In little Wealths, as Girls could boast
Till broad as Buenos Ayre—
You drifted your Dominions—
A Different Peru—
And I esteemed All Poverty
For Life’s Estate with you—
Of Mines, I little know—myself—
But just the names, of Gems—
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— Virginia Woolf, Roger Fry: A Biography (via vwvw)