We should not mind so small a flower lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
81
We should not mind so small a flower
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again
So spicy her Carnations nod
So drunken, reel her Bees
So silver steal a hundred flutes
From out a hundred trees
That whoso sees this little flower
By faith may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne
And Dandelions gold