This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees

805

This Bauble was preferred of Bees—

By Butterflies admired

At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances—

Was justified of Bird—

Did Noon—enamel—in Herself

Was Summer to a Score

Who only knew of Universe—

It had created Her.

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