137 <br /> <br />Flowers—Well—if anybody <br />Can the ecstasy define— <br />Half a transport—half a trouble— <br />With which flowers humble men: <br />Anybody find the fountain <br />From which floods so contra flow— <br />I will give him all the Daisies <br />Which upon the hillside blow. <br /> <br />Too much pathos in their faces <br />For a simple breast like mine— <br />Butterflies from St. Domingo <br />Cruising round the purple line— <br />Have a system of aesthetics— <br />Far superior to mine.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-well-if-anybody/
