THE WIND - It's like the light
It's like the light, -- / A fashionless delight
WE should not mind so small a flower
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WE should not mind so small a flower,
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the lawn again.
So spicy her Carnations red,
So drunken reel her Bees,
So silver steal a hundred Flutes
From out a hundred trees,
That whoso sees this little flower,
By faith may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne,
And Dandelions gold.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
MEMORIALS
Death sets a thing significant / The eye had hurried by,
Who has not found the heaven below
Who has not found the heaven below / Will fail of it above.
THE WAKING YEAR - A lady red upon the hill
A lady red upon the hill / Her annual secret keeps;