Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue
Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover's Words.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee
- They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day
- 'Tis Customary As We Part
- Removed From Accident Of Loss
- Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe