Emily Dickinson - The Purple Clover lyrics

There is a flower that Bees prefer And bu*terflies—desire To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire And Whatsoever Insect pa** A Honey bear away Proportioned to his several dearth And her—capacity Her face be rounder than the Moon And ruddier than the Gown Or Orchis in the Pasture Or Rhododendron—worn She doth not wait for June Before the World be Green Her sturdy little Countenance Against the Wind—be seen Contending with the Gra** Near Kinsman to Herself For Privilege of Sod and Sun Sweet Litigants for Life And when the Hills be full And newer fashions blow Doth not retract a single spice For pang of jealousy Her Public—be the Noon Her Providence—the Sun Her Progress—by the Bee—proclaimed In sovereign—Swerveless Tune The Bravest—of the Host Surrendering—the last Nor even of Defeat—aware What cancelled by the Frost