Emily Dickinson

We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower

poem 81

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 nod 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.

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