This Bauble was preferred of Bees
Emily Dickinson
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees— By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird— Did Noon—enamel—in Herself Was Summer to a Score Who only knew of Universe— It had created Her.
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