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Precious to Me She still shall be

Precious to Me She still shall be
Though She forget the name I bear
The fashion of the Gown I wear
The very Color of My Hair

So like the Meadows now
I dared to show a Tress of Theirs
If haply She might not despise
A Buttercup’s Array

I know the Whole obscures the Part
The fraction that appeased the Heart
Till Number’s Empery
Remembered as the Millner’s flower

When Summer’s Everlasting Dower
Confronts the dazzled Bee.

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Poem Precious to Me She still shall be - Emily Dickinson