“Perhaps You’D Like To Buy A Flower?” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?
    But I could never sell.
    If you would like to borrow
    Until the daffodil

    Unties her yellow bonnet
    Beneath the village door,
    Until the bees, from clover rows
    Their hock and sherry draw,

    Why, I will lend until just then,
    But not an hour more!