Emily Dickinson - If I could bribe them by a Rose
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If I could bribe them by a Rose I'd bring them every flower that grows From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or storm -- Or frost, or death, or anyone -- My business were so dear! If they would linger for a Bird My Tambourin were soonest heard Among the April Woods! Unwearied, all the summer long, Only to break in wilder song When Winter shook the boughs! What if they hear me! Who shall say That such an importunity May not at last avail? That, weary of this Beggar's face -- They may not finally say, Yes -- To drive her from the Hall? |
