Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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Author: 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—


  Nature transience contentment mortality

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