If She Had Been The Mistletoe
Emily Dickinson
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close— Since I am of the Druid, And she is of the dew— I’ll deck Tradition’s buttonhole— And send the Rose to you.
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