Except to Heaven she is nought
Read 'Except to Heaven she is nought' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Except to Heaven she is nought by Emily Dickinson
Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Except for Angels -- lone.
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown.
Except for winds -- provincial.
Except by Butterflies
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the Acre lies.
The smallest Housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence -- Home!
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