When I Count the Seeds, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

When I Count the Seeds

When I count the seeds

That are sown beneath,

To bloom so, bye and bye—

When I con the people

Lain so low,

To be received as high—

When I believe the garden

Mortal shall not see—

Pick by faith its blossom

And avoid its Bee,

I can spare this summer, unreluctantly.

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