Emily Dickinson - Make me a picture of the sun lyrics

188 Make me a picture of the sun So I can hang it in my room And make believe I'm getting warm When others call it "Day"! Draw me a Robin—on a stem So I am hearing him, I'll dream And when the Orchards stop their tune Put my pretense—away Say if it's really—warm at noon Whether it's bu*tercups—that "skim" Or bu*terflies—that "bloom"? Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea And skip the Russet—on the tree Let's play those—never come!