Author Emily Dickinson 805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees— By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird— Did Noon—enamel—in Herself Was Summer to a Score Who only knew of Universe— It had created Her. Tags summer butterfly Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments