Read more poems by Emily Dickinson: Emily Dickinson Poems at Poetry X.
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be— Though She forget the name I bear— The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair— So like the Meadows—now— I dared to show a Tress of Theirs If haply—She might not despise A Buttercup's Array— I know the Whole—obscures the Part— The fraction—that appeased the Heart Till Number's Empery— Remembered—as the Millner's flower When Summer's Everlasting Dower— Confronts the dazzled Bee.
Added: 30 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 4:50 PM | Viewed: 7815 times
A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.
ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!
For more information...
![[home]](http://plagiarist.com/images/home.gif)
Emily Dickinson
Print
Comments
