Poem

How many Flowers fail in Wood

Emily Dickinson
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful— How many cast a nameless Pod Upon the nearest Breeze— Unconscious of the Scarlet Freight— It bear to Other Eyes—

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