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Pigmy Seraphs’€”gone Astray

Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’—
Velvet people from Vevay’—
Balles from some lost summer day’—
Bees exclusive Coterie’—
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with Emerald’—
Venice could not show a check
Of a tint so lustrous meek’—
Never such an Ambuscade
As of briar and leaf displayed
For my little damask maid’—
I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl’s distinguished face’—
I had rather dwell like her
Than be “Duke of Exeter”'—
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee.
Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...