Emily Dickinson Poem

South Winds jostle them

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South Winds jostle them—
Bumblebees come—
Hover—hesitate—
Drink, and are gone—

Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere—
I—softly plucking,
Present them here!

Sown in dishonor
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?

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