Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee --
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry --
Withstands until the sweet Assault
Their Chivalry consumes --
While He, victorious tilts away
To vanquish other Blooms.
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee --
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry --
Withstands until the sweet Assault
Their Chivalry consumes --
While He, victorious tilts away
To vanquish other Blooms.
© Emily Dickinson