We should not mind so small a flower | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 31 (Fr82B)

ca. 1859, summer

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 4)

On wove, cream, blue-ruled stationery

Retained in Dickinson's archive.
We should not mind so small a flower
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again.

So spicy her Carnations nod –
So drunken, reel her Bees –
So silver steal a hundred flutes
From out a hundred trees –

That whoso sees this little flower
By faith may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne
And Dandelions gold.

This heart that broke so long –

These feet that never flagged –

This faith that watched for

star in vain,

Give gently to the dead –