Emily Dickinson — Make me a picture of the sun

188 Make me a picture of the sun So I can hang it in my room And make believe I'm getting warm When others call it "Day"! Draw me a Robin—on a stem So I am hearing him, I'll dream And when the Orchards stop their tune Put my pretense—away Say if it's really—warm at noon Whether it's Buttercups—that "skim" Or Butterflies—that "bloom"? Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea And skip the Russet—on the tree Let's play those—never come!