Poem of the day – PURPLE CLOVER – There is a flower that bees prefer by Emily Dickinson

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There is a flower that bees prefer,And butterflies desire;To gain the purple democratThe humming-birds aspire. And whatsoever insect pass,A honey bears awayProportioned to his several dearthAnd her capacity. Her face is rounder than the moon,And ruddier than the gownOf orchis in the pasture,Or rhododendron worn. She doth not wait for June;Before the world is greenHer … Continued

Poem of the day – PSALM OF THE DAY – A something in a summer’s day by Emily Dickinson

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PSALM OF THE DAY. A something in a summer’s day,As slow her flambeaux burn away,Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon, —An azure depth, a wordless tune,Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer’s nightA something so transporting bright,I clap my hands to see; Then veil my too inspecting face,Lest such a subtle, shimmering … Continued