Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,

Emily DickinsonContemplative

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their -- low Brows -- Or Bees -- that thought the Summer's name Some rumor of Delirium, No Summer -- could -- for Them --

Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred -- By Tropic Hint -- some Travelled Bird Imported to the Wood --

Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear -- Making that homely, and severe, Contented, known, before --

The Heaven -- unexpected come, To Lives that thought the Worshipping A too presumptuous Psalm --

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