Emily Dickinson

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

Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Precious to Me—She still shall be—
Though She forget the name I bear—
The fashion of the Gown I wear—
The very Color of My Hair—

So like the Meadows—now—
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply—She might not despise
A Buttercup's Array—

I know the Whole—obscures the Part—
The fraction—that appeased the Heart
Till Number's Empery—
Remembered—as the Millner's flower

When Summer's Everlasting Dower—
Confronts the dazzled Bee.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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