Emily Dickinson

All These My Banners Be

poem 22

All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May It rises train by train Then sleeps in state again My chancel all the plain Today. To lose if one can find again To miss if one shall meet The Burglar cannot rob then The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little spade of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine You and I the secret Of the Crocus know Let us chant it softly There is no more snow! To him who keeps an Orchis’ heart The swamps are pink with June.

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