When I count the seeds

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath,
To bloom so, bye and bye-

When I con the people
Lain so low,
To be received as high-

When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see-
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer, unreluctantly.





Last updated June 21, 2015