Emily Dickinson — Except to Heaven she is nought

154 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!