179 <br /> <br />If I could bribe them by a Rose <br />I'd bring them every flower that grows <br />From Amherst to Cashmere! <br />I would not stop for night, or storm— <br />Or frost, or death, or anyone— <br />My business were so dear! <br /> <br />If they would linger for a Bird <br />My Tambourin were soonest heard <br />Among the April Woods! <br />Unwearied, all the summer long, <br />Only to break in wilder song <br />When Winter shook the boughs! <br /> <br />What if they hear me! <br />Who shall say <br />That such an importunity <br />May not at last avail? <br /> <br />That, weary of this Beggar's face— <br />They may not finally say, Yes— <br />To drive her from the Hall?<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-could-bribe-them-by-a-rose/
