A single Clover Plank by Emily Dickinson
A single Clover Plank Was all that saved a Bee A Bee I personally knew From sinking in the sky --
'Twixt Firmament above And Firmament below The Billows of Circumference Were sweeping him away --
The idly swaying Plank Responsible to nought A sudden Freight of Wind assumed And Bumble Bee was not --
This harrowing event Transpiring in the Grass Did not so much as wring from him A wandering "Alas" --
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