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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 369 of 446 · Third Series: Nature

A Rose

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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!

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