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If I could bribe them by a Rose

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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If I could bribe them by a RoseI'd bring them every flower that growsFrom Amherst to Cashmere!I would not stop for night, or storm --Or frost, or death, or anyone --My business were so dear! If they would linger for a BirdMy Tambourin were soonest heardAmong the April Woods!Unwearied, all the summer long,Only to break in wilder songWhen Winter shook the boughs! What if they hear me!Who shall sayThat such an importunityMay not at last avail? That, weary of this Beggar's face --They may not finally say, Yes --To drive her from the Hall?