Except to Heaven, she is nought lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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Except to Heaven, she is nought
Except for Angels — lone
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown
Except for winds — provincial
Except by Butterflies
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the Acre lies
The smallest Housewife in the grass
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence — Home!