Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head --
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God --
Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time --
And Dandelion's Drama
Expires in a stem.
Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head --
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God --
Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time --
And Dandelion's Drama
Expires in a stem.
© Emily Dickinson