Will glow like bright bouquet,
Though drifted deep in parian**
The village lies today.
The lilacs, bending many a year,
With purple load will hang;
The bees will not forget the tune
Their old forefathers sang.
The rose will redden in the bog,
The aster on the hill
Her everlasting fashion set,
And covenant gentians frill,
As women do their gown,
Or priests adjust the symbols***
When sacrament is done.
---Emily Dickinson
*Pallid: pale, dull; lacking in liveliness
**Parian: like marble from the island of Paros (late spring snow blanket)
***No, I don't believe in a merely symbolic Lord's Supper
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