South Winds jostle them
Emily Dickinson
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Drink, and are gone— Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere— I—softly plucking, Present them here!
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Drink, and are gone— Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere— I—softly plucking, Present them here!
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