She Dwelleth In The Ground
Emily Dickinson
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid— To fetch Her Grace—and Hue— And Fairness—and Renown— The Firmament’s—To Pluck Her— And fetch Her Thee—be mine—
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