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Except To Heaven, She Is Nought
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Except To Heaven, She Is Nought

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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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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.......lovely imagery ★


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