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With Flowers.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

South winds jostle them,
Bumblebees come,
Hover, hesitate,
Drink, and are gone.

Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere;
I, softly plucking,
Present them here!

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
07/01/2019


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