Emily Dickinson
’Twould ease — a Butterfly
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'Twould ease — a Butterfly
Elate — a Bee
Thou'rt neither
Neither — thy capacity

But, Blossom, were I
I would rather be
Thy moment
Than a Bee's Eternity

Content of fading
Is enough for me
Fade I unto Divinity

And Dying — Lifetime
Ample as the Eye
Her least attention raise on me