We should not mind so small a flower 

By Emily Dickinson

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.