Precious to Me—She still shall be (727)
Emily Dickinson
Track 279 on Poems by Emily Dickinson
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Precious to Me—She still shall be (727) Lyrics
Precious to Me—She still shall be—
Though She forget the name I bear—
The fashion of the Gown I wear—
The very Color of My Hair—
So like the Meadows—now—
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply—She might not despise
A Buttercup's Array—
I know the Whole—obscures the Part—
The fraction—that appeased the Heart
Till Number's Empery—
Remembered—as the Millner's flower
When Summer's Everlasting Dower—
Confronts the dazzled Bee.
Though She forget the name I bear—
The fashion of the Gown I wear—
The very Color of My Hair—
So like the Meadows—now—
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply—She might not despise
A Buttercup's Array—
I know the Whole—obscures the Part—
The fraction—that appeased the Heart
Till Number's Empery—
Remembered—as the Millner's flower
When Summer's Everlasting Dower—
Confronts the dazzled Bee.
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