Emily Dickinson - Nobody knows this little Rose
| Nobody knows this little Rose --It might a pilgrim beDid I not take it from the waysAnd lift it up to thee.Only a Bee will miss it --Only a Butterfly,Hastening from far journey --On its breast to lie --Only a Bird will wonder --Only a Breeze will sigh --Ah Little Rose -- how easyFor such as thee to die! |
