On this long storm the rainbow rose
On this long storm the rainbow rose, / On this late morn the sun;
WITH FLOWERS - South winds jostle them
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South winds jostle them,
Bumblebees come,
Hover, hesitate,
Drink, and are gone.
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere;
I, softly plucking,
Present them here!
More poems by Emily Dickinson
A ROSE - A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A sepal, petal, and a thorn / Upon a common summer's morn,
THE MYSTERY OF PAIN - Pain has an element of blank
Pain has an element of blank; / It cannot recollect
LOYALTY - Split the lark and you'll find the music
Split the lark and you'll find the music, / Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled,