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There is a flower that Bees prefer

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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There is a flower that Bees prefer --And Butterflies -- desire --To gain the Purple DemocratThe Humming Bird -- aspire -- And Whatsoever Insect pass --A Honey bear awayProportioned to his several dearthAnd her -- capacity -- Her face be rounder than the MoonAnd ruddier than the GownOr Orchis in the Pasture --Or Rhododendron -- worn -- She doth not wait for June --Before the World be Green --Her sturdy little CountenanceAgainst the Wind -- be seen -- Contending with the Grass --Near Kinsman to Herself --For Privilege of Sod and Sun --Sweet Litigants for Life -- And when the Hills be full --And newer fashions blow --Doth not retract a single spiceFor pang of jealousy -- Her Public -- be the Noon --Her Providence -- the Sun --Her Progress -- by the Bee -- proclaimed --In sovereign -- Swerveless Tune -- The Bravest -- of the Host --Surrendering -- the last --Nor even of Defeat -- aware --What cancelled by the Frost --