179 br br If I could bribe them by a Rose br I'd bring them every flower that grows br From Amherst to Cashmere! br I would not stop for night, or storm— br Or frost, or death, or anyone— br My business were so dear! br br If they would linger for a Bird br My Tambourin were soonest heard br Among the April Woods! br Unwearied, all the summer long, br Only to break in wilder song br When Winter shook the boughs! br br What if they hear me! br Who shall say br That such an importunity br May not at last avail? br br That, weary of this Beggar's face— br They may not finally say, Yes— br To drive her from the Hall?br br Emily Dickinsonbr br