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As if some little Arctic flower
Upon the polar hem—
Went wandering down the Latitudes
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer—
To firmaments of sun—
To strange, bright crowds of flowers—
And birds, of foreign tongue!
I say, As if this little flower
To Eden, wandered in—
What then? Why nothing,
Only, your inference therefrom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wandering lonely little arctic flower to summer land and sun and Eden...what next? of course the reader has to infer that she is feeling snared or relieved? ....you have to answer Emily- 10