Some days, all you have to offer is your heart...and all the beauty of the world

It’s all I have to bring today (26)

Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886

It’s all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

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