Emily Dickinson

Like Flowers, That Heard The News Of Dews

poem 513

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their low Brows Or Bees that thought the Summer’s name Some rumor of Delirium, No Summer could for Them Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred By Tropic Hint some Travelled Bird Imported to the Wood Or Wind’s bright signal to the Ear Making that homely, and severe, Contented, known, before The Heaven unexpected come, To Lives that thought the Worshipping A too presumptuous Psalm

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