I Send You A Decrepit Flower

Emily Dickinson

1324

I send you a decrepit flower
That nature sent to me
At parting—she was going south
And I designed to stay—

Her motive for the souvenir
If sentiment for me
Or circumstances prudential
Withheld invincibly—

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