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This Bauble was preferred of Bees—
By Butterflies admired
At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances—
Was justified of Bird—
Did Noon—enamel—in Herself
Was Summer to a Score
Who only knew of Universe—
It had created Her.
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-bauble-was-preferred-of-bees/
