Emily Dickinson - Except To Heave She Is Nought lyrics

Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by bu*terflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies. The smallest housewife in the gra**, Yet take her from the lawn, And somebody has lost the face That made existence home!