20 <br /> <br />Distrustful of the Gentian— <br />And just to turn away, <br />The fluttering of her fringes <br />Child my perfidy— <br />Weary for my————— <br />I will singing go— <br />I shall not feel the sleet—then— <br />I shall not fear the snow. <br /> <br />Flees so the phantom meadow <br />Before the breathless Bee— <br />So bubble brooks in deserts <br />On Ears that dying lie— <br />Burn so the Evening Spires <br />To Eyes that Closing go— <br />Hangs so distant Heaven— <br />To a hand below.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distrustful-of-the-gentian/
