Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Nobody Knows This Little Rose - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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 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!


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  • Rookie Lisa Gisler (6/14/2007 1:29:00 AM)

    I would like to find out what the history or background is for this poem. It was set to music and is very popular among high school students for vocal competitions. It would be nice if I could give my private voice students some interpretative tips when they're learning the song. If anyone has any thoughts on this, please send them my way. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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