Fascicle One, Sheet 4g

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry, Rose

 

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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 a 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!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 4f

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry, Rose

 

 

Garlands for Queens, may be–
Laurels–for rare degree
Of soul or sword–
Ah–but remembering me–
Ah–but remembering thee–
Nature in chivalry–
Nature in charity–
Nature in equity–
The Rose ordained!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 4d

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Emily Dickinson, Flowers, photography, Poetry, Rose

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Oh if remembering were forgetting–
Then I remember not!
And if forgetting–recollecting–
How near I had forgot!
And if to miss–were merry–
And to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the maiden
Who gathered these today!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. summer 1858