THE MUSHROOM - The mushroom is the elf of plants
The mushroom is the elf of plants, / At evening it is not;
THE HUMMING-BIRD - A route of evanescence
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A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE props assist the house
THE props assist the house / Until the house is built,
FORGOTTEN - There is a word
There is a word / Which bears a sword
ENOUGH - God gave a loaf to every bird
God gave a loaf to every bird, / But just a crumb to me;