Emily Dickinson - If it had no pencil lyrics
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine Worn—now—and dull—sweet Writing much to thee If it had no word Would it make the Daisy Most as big as I was When it plucked me?
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine Worn—now—and dull—sweet Writing much to thee If it had no word Would it make the Daisy Most as big as I was When it plucked me?