22 <br /> <br />All these my banners be. <br />I sow my pageantry <br />In May— <br />It rises train by train— <br />Then sleeps in state again— <br />My chancel—all the plain <br /> Today. <br /> <br />To lose—if one can find again— <br />To miss—if one shall meet— <br />The Burglar cannot rob—then— <br />The Broker cannot cheat. <br />So build the hillocks gaily <br />Thou little spade of mine <br />Leaving nooks for Daisy <br />And for Columbine— <br />You and I the secret <br />Of the Crocus know— <br />Let us chant it softly— <br />"There is no more snow!" <br /> <br />To him who keeps an Orchis' heart— <br />The swamps are pink with June.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-these-my-banners-be/
