Emily Dickinson - To make a prairie it takes a Clover and one Bee

To make a prairie it takes a Clover and one Bee,
One Claw of theClouds, and one Stormy Day,
And Microscopes that work –
And then the Stranger’s way –

For Graceful Hold the deep interior –
And Darling stirs and seeks –
That whispers red and rising –
Though the Sin uses a Beam –

But Oh, for Graceful Hands –
For Eyes that Seek and Seek –
And warmth of the Heart’s purpose
That drove the Wintry Oak!