The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -
Because I grew - where Robins do -
But, were I cuckoo born -
I'd swear by him -
The ode familiar - rules the Noon -
The Buttercup's, my whim for Bloom -
Because, we're Orchard sprung -
But, were I Britain born,
I'd Daises spurn -
None but the Nut - October fit -
Because - through dropping it,
The seasons flit - I'm taught -
Without the Snow's Tableau
Winter were lie - to me -
Because I see - New Englandly -
The Queen, discerns like me -
Provincially -
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin), 256
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