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It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound
- We Learned The Whole Of Love
- Nature, The Gentlest Mother,
- They Shut Me Up In Prose
- We Dream—it Is Good We Are Dreaming