‘Twould ease—a Butterfly, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

‘Twould ease—a Butterfly

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‘Twould ease—a Butterfly—

Elate—a Bee—

Thou’rt neither—

Neither—thy capacity—

But, Blossom, were I,

I would rather be

Thy moment

Than a Bee’s Eternity—

Content of fading

Is enough for me—

Fade I unto Divinity—

And Dying—Lifetime—

Ample as the Eye—

Her least attention raise on me—

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