With Flowers
SOUTH winds jostle them,Bumblebees come,Hover, hesitate,Drink, and are gone.
Butterflies pauseOn their passage Cashmere;I, softly plucking,Present them here!
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
SOUTH winds jostle them,Bumblebees come,Hover, hesitate,Drink, and are gone.
Butterflies pauseOn their passage Cashmere;I, softly plucking,Present them here!