513 <br /> <br />Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, <br />But never deemed the dripping prize <br />Awaited their—low Brows— <br />Or Bees—that thought the Summer's name <br />Some rumor of Delirium, <br />No Summer—could—for Them— <br /> <br />Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred— <br />By Tropic Hint—some Travelled Bird <br />Imported to the Wood— <br /> <br />Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear— <br />Making that homely, and severe, <br />Contented, known, before— <br /> <br />The Heaven—unexpected come, <br />To Lives that thought the Worshipping <br />A too presumptuous Psalm—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-flowers-that-heard-the-news-of-dews/
