Emily Dickinson - This is a Blossom of the Brain lyrics

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain A small — italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified Shy as the Wind of his Chambers Swift as a Freshet's Tongue So of the Flower of the Soul Its process is unknown When it is found, a few rejoice The Wise convey it Home Carefully cherishing the spot If other Flower become When it is lost, that Day shall be The Funeral of God Upon his Breast, a closing Soul The Flower of our Lord