Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

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AS if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer, 5
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden wandered in— 10
What then? Why, nothing, only
Your inference therefrom!