by Emily Dickinson
Nobody knows this little Rose --
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it --
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| The Rose |
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey --
On its breast to lie --
Only a Bird will wonder --
Only a Breeze will sigh --
Ah Little Rose -- how easy
For such as thee to die!
Short Summary:
The poem "Nobody knows this little Rose" by Emily Dickinson depicts the speaker's connection to a small rose that may go unnoticed by others. The speaker rescues the rose, presenting it as an offering. The poem suggests that only nature's elements, like bees, butterflies, birds, and breezes, truly appreciate the significance of this small rose. The closing lines reflect on the delicate nature of the rose's existence.
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