poems sent from dickinson to frances and louise norcross

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -
At Evening, it is not -
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot

As if it tarried always
And yet it's whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake's Delay
And fleeter than a Tare -

'Tis Vegetation's Juggler -
The Germ of Alibi -
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie -

I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit -
This surreptitious scion
Of Summer's circumspect.

Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn -
Had Nature an Apostate -
That Mushroom - it is Him!

7. Delay] Event -

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