All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May-- It rises train by train-- Then sleeps in state again-- My chancel—all the plain Today. To lose—if one can find again-- To miss—if one shall meet-- The Burglar cannot rob—then-- The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little spade of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine-- You and I the secret Of the Crocus know-- Let us chant it softly-- "There is no more snow!" To him who keeps an Orchis' heart-- The swamps are pink with June. Emily Dickinson
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