Emily Dickinson - Distrustful of the Gentian lyrics

20 Distrustful of the Gentian And just to turn away The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy Weary for my I will singing go I shall not feel the sleet — then I shall not fear the snow Flees so the phantom meadow Before the breathless Bee So bubble brooks in deserts On Ears that dying lie Burn so the Evening Spires To Eyes that Closing go Hangs so distant Heaven To a hand below