Poem

This is a Blossom of the Brain

Emily Dickinson
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.

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