Except To Heaven, She Is Nought Poem by Emily Dickinson
Except To Heaven, She Is Nought
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Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Except for Angels—lone.
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown.
Except for winds—provincial.
Except by Butterflies
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the Acre lies.
The smallest Housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence—Home!
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4/25/2024 12:17:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
.......lovely imagery ★