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AS if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!

I say, as if this little flower
To Eden, wandered in, —
What then? Why, nothing,
Only, your inference therefrom!

First print poem Love X, 10
Johnson 180 | Franklin 177

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■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 53;
Thematic arrangement into two stanzas; dash and comma for premise and consequent, cf. ■→Notes, The Outlet; comma for object as precedent to predicate, To Eden, wandered in.

■Notes for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
Poems one-by-one print and fascicle comparison,
■Resource for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
■Google Drive, manuscript fascicles.