Fascicle One, Sheet 4b 05 Sunday Dec 2021 Posted by victoriaperpetua in Art, Emily Dickinson, Flowers, Poetry ≈ Leave a comment TagsArt, Emily Dickinson, Flowers, Poetry Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whippowil And Oriole–are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o’er! Pray gather me– Anemone– Thy flower–forevermore! ~~ Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858
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