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There is a flower that
Bees prefer –
And Butterflies – desire –
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird – aspire –

 

And Whatsoever Insect pass –
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his several
dearth
And her – capacity –

 

Her face be rounder than
the Moon
And ruddier than the Gown
Of Orchis in the Pasture –
Or Rhodo<n>dendron – worn –

 

She doth not wait for June –
Before the World be Green –

 

 ¦

 

Her sturdy little Countenance
Against the Wind – be seen –

 

Contending with the Grass –
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 sovreign – Swerveless Tune –

 

 ¦

 

The Bravest – of the Host –
Surrendering – the last –
Nor even of Defeat – aware –
When cancelled by the Frost –

A Secret told –

<T>Ceases to be a Secret – then –

A Secret – kept –

That – can appal but One –

 

Better of it – continual

be afraid –

Than it –

And Whom you told it

to – beside –