Why does everyone want to be a millionaire?

Today's Dickinsonian oracle espouses the weight in gold of poets:

I reckon - When I count at all -
First - Poets - Then the Sun -
Then Summers - Then the Heaven of God -
And then - the List is done -

But, looking back - the First so seems
To Comprehend the Whole -
The Others look a needless Show -
So I write - Poets - All -
(E. Dickinson, from 533)