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We should not mind so small a flower

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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We should not mind so small a flower --Except it quiet bringOur little garden that we lostBack to the Lawn again. So spicy her Carnations nod --So drunken, reel her Bees --So silver steal a hundred flutesFrom out a hundred trees -- That whoso sees this little flowerBy faith may clear beholdThe Bobolinks around the throneAnd Dandelions gold.