Like Flowers That Heard The News Of Dews By Emily Dickinson

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their — low Brows –
Or Bees — that thought the Summer’s name
Some rumor of Delirium,
No Summer — could — for Them –

Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred –
By Tropic Hint — some Travelled Bird
Imported to the Wood –

Or Wind’s bright signal to the Ear –
Making that homely, and severe,
Contented, known, before –

The Heaven — unexpected come,
To Lives that thought the Worshipping
A too presumptuous Psalm –

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