If she had been the Mistletoe

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If she had been the Mistletoe
And I had been the Rose—
How gay upon your table
My velvet life to close—
Since I am of the Druid,
And she is of the dew—
I'll deck Tradition's buttonhole—
And send the Rose to you.

poem by Emily Dickinson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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