Author Emily Dickinson 46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose. I plight again, By every sainted Bee— By Daisy called from hillside— by Bobolink from lane. Blossom and I— Her oath, and mine— Will surely come again. Tags rose death 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