by Emily Dickinson
697
I could bring You Jewels-had I a mind to-
But You have enough-of those-
I could bring You Odors from St. Domingo-
Colors-from Vera Cruz-
Berries of the Bahamas-have I-
But this little Blaze
Flickering to itself-in the Meadow-
Suits Me-more than those-
Never a Fellow matched this Topaz-
And his Emerald Swing-
Dower itself-for Bobadilo-
Better-Could I bring?
Last updated June 21, 2015