Emily Dickinson — Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you

238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you Bare your Jessamine—to the storm And she will fling her maddest perfume Haply—your Summer night to Charm Stab the Bird—that built in your bosom Oh, could you catch her last Refrain Bubble! "forgive"—"Some better"—Bubble! "Carol for Him—when I am gone"!