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A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn—
A flask of Dew—A Bee or two—
A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
And I'm a Rose!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A First Mute Coming
- Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid?
- Bee! I'M Expecting You!
- Alone, I Cannot Be
- I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died;
