86 <br /> <br />South Winds jostle them— <br />Bumblebees come— <br />Hover—hesitate— <br />Drink, and are gone— <br /> <br />Butterflies pause <br />On their passage Cashmere— <br />I—softly plucking, <br />Present them here!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/south-winds-jostle-them/
