380 <br /> <br />There is a flower that Bees prefer— <br />And Butterflies—desire— <br />To gain the Purple Democrat <br />The Humming Bird—aspire— <br /> <br />And Whatsoever Insect pass— <br />A Honey bear away <br />Proportioned to his several dearth <br />And her—capacity— <br /> <br />Her face be rounder than the Moon <br />And ruddier than the Gown <br />Or Orchis in the Pasture— <br />Or Rhododendron—worn— <br /> <br />She doth not wait for June— <br />Before the World be Green— <br />Her sturdy little Countenance <br />Against the Wind—be seen— <br /> <br />Contending with the Grass— <br />Near Kinsman to Herself— <br />For Privilege of Sod and Sun— <br />Sweet Litigants for Life— <br /> <br />And when the Hills be full— <br />And newer fashions blow— <br />Doth not retract a single spice <br />For pang of jealousy— <br /> <br />Her Public—be the Noon— <br />Her Providence—the Sun— <br />Her Progress—by the Bee—proclaimed— <br />In sovereign—Swerveless Tune— <br /> <br />The Bravest—of the Host— <br />Surrendering—the last— <br />Nor even of Defeat—aware— <br />What cancelled by the Frost—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-a-flower-that-bees-prefer/
