727 <br /> <br />Precious to Me—She still shall be— <br />Though She forget the name I bear— <br />The fashion of the Gown I wear— <br />The very Color of My Hair— <br /> <br />So like the Meadows—now— <br />I dared to show a Tress of Theirs <br />If haply—She might not despise <br />A Buttercup's Array— <br /> <br />I know the Whole—obscures the Part— <br />The fraction—that appeased the Heart <br />Till Number's Empery— <br />Remembered—as the Millner's flower <br /> <br />When Summer's Everlasting Dower— <br />Confronts the dazzled Bee.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-to-me-she-still-shall-be/
