Emily Dickinson - Of Brussels—it was not

Of Brussels—it was not— <br />Of Kidderminster? Nay— <br />The Winds did buy it of the Woods— <br />They—sold it unto me <br /> <br />It was a gentle price— <br />The poorest—could afford— <br />It was within the frugal purse <br />Of Beggar—or of Bird— <br /> <br />Of small and spicy Yards— <br />In hue—a mellow Dun— <br />Of Sunshine—and of Sere—Composed— <br />But, principally—of Sun— <br /> <br />The Wind—unrolled it fast— <br />And spread it on the Ground— <br />Upholsterer of the Pines—is He— <br />Upholsterer—of the Pond—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-brussels-it-was-not/