Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/I've nothing else to bring, you know,

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(With Flowers)

I'VE nothing else to bring, you know,
So I keep bringing these—
Just as the night keeps fetching stars
To our familiar eyes.
Maybe we shouldn't mind them
Unless they didn't come—
Then maybe it would puzzle us
To find our way home.

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