Emily Dickinson — Flowers — Well — if anybody

137 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