513 br br Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, br But never deemed the dripping prize br Awaited their—low Brows— br Or Bees—that thought the Summer's name br Some rumor of Delirium, br No Summer—could—for Them— br br Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred— br By Tropic Hint—some Travelled Bird br Imported to the Wood— br br Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear— br Making that homely, and severe, br Contented, known, before— br br The Heaven—unexpected come, br To Lives that thought the Worshipping br A too presumptuous Psalm—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br