Nobody knows this little rose lyrics

Nobody knows this little rose,

It might a pilgrim be.

Did I not take it from the ways

And lift it up to thee.

Only a bee will miss it,

Only a butterfly,

Hastening from far journey

On its breast to lie.

Only a bird will wonder,

Only a breeze will sigh,

Ah, little rose, how easy

For such as thee to die!

• Artist:Emily Dickinson