If She Had Been the Mistletoe, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

If She Had Been the Mistletoe

If she had been the Mistletoe

And I had been the Rose—

How gay upon your table

My velvet life to close—

Since I am of the Druid,

And she is of the dew—

I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole—

And send the Rose to you.

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If She Had Been the Mistletoe

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