Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Nobody knows this little Rose



by Emily Dickinson

Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
Only a Butterfly,


Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!




1 comment:

Unknown said...

Beautiful Joyful! I adore roses! And this poem is sweet!

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