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Melissa Knowles

Nobody knows this little Rose

Nobody knows this little Rose –

It might a pilgrim be

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.


Only a Bee will miss it –

Only a Butterfly,

Hastening from far journey –

On its breast to lie –

Only a Bird will wonder –

Only a Breeze will sigh –

Ah Little Rose – how easy

For such as thee to die!


By Emily Dickinson


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