Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
‘Tis easiest to lie
And every Grass that plays outside
Is sorry, some, for me.
Where I am not afraid to go
I may confide my Flower —
Who was not Enemy of Me
Will gentle be, to Her.
Nor separate, Herself and Me
By Distances become —
A single Bloom we constitute
Departed, or at Home —
(Emily Dickinson)
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