Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
XLVII
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| THE GENTIAN weaves her fringes, | |
| The maple’s loom is red. | |
| My departing blossoms | |
| Obviate parade. | |
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| A brief, but patient illness, | 5 |
| An hour to prepare; | |
| And one, below this morning, | |
| Is where the angles are. | |
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| It was a short procession,— | |
| The bobolink was there, | 10 |
| An aged bee addressed us, | |
| And then we knelt in prayer. | |
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| We trust that she was willing,— | |
| We ask that we may be. | |
| Summer, sister, seraph, | 15 |
| Let us go with thee! | |
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| In the name of the bee | |
| And of the butterfly | |
| And of the breeze, amen! | |
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