A sepal, petal, and a thornUpon a common summer’s morn,A flash of dew, a bee or two,A breezeA caper in the trees,—And I’m a rose!—Emily Dickinson.
A sepal, petal, and a thornUpon a common summer’s morn,A flash of dew, a bee or two,A breezeA caper in the trees,—And I’m a rose!—Emily Dickinson.
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze
A caper in the trees,—
And I’m a rose!
—Emily Dickinson.