Flowers — Well — if anybody lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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Flowers — Well — if anybody
Can the ecstasy define
Half a transport — half a trouble
With which flowers humble men
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow
Too much pathos in their faces
For a simple breast like mine
Butterflies from St. Domingo
Cruising round the purple line
Have a system of aesthetics
Far superior to mine