Twould Ease-a Butterfly
Emily Dickinson
682 ’Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity— But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee’s Eternity— Content of fading Is enough for me— Fade I unto Divinity— And Dying—Lifetime— Ample as the Eye— Her least attention raise on me—
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