There is a flower that Bees prefer —

There is a flower that Bees prefer —
And Butterflies — desire —
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird — aspire —

And Whatsoever Insect pass —
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her — capacity —

Her face be rounder than the Moon
And ruddier than the Gown
Of Orchis in the Pasture —
Or Rhododendron — worn —

She doth not wait for June —
Before the World be Green —
Her sturdy little Countenance
Against the Wind — be seen —

Contending with the Grass —
Near Kinsman to Herself —
For Privilege of Sod and Sun —
Sweet Litigants for Life —

And when the Hills be full —
And newer fashions blow —
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy —

Her Public — be the Noon —
Her Providence — the Sun —
Her Progress — by the Bee — proclaimed —
In sovereign — Swerveless Tune —

The Bravest — of the Host —
Surrendering — the last —
Nor even of Defeat — aware —
What cancelled by the Frost —

Emily Dickinson 

A Crimson Clover

There is a flower that Bees prefer —
And Butterflies desire —
The Humming Bird aspire
To gain the Patrician Democrat——

And any one Insect pass —
A Honey bear away
Proportioned to his respective desire
And her capacity —

Her face be rounder than the Moon
And more reddish than the Gown
Of Orchis in the meadow —
Or less bright Rhododendron —

She doth not wait for June —
Before the World be Green —
Her perennial little Corolla
Appears against the Wind —

Competing with the Grass —
Near Kinsman to Herself —
Sweet Rivals for Life —
For Privilege of Sod and Sun —

And when the Hills be full —
And fashions newer blow —
A single spice does not withhold
For pang of jealousy —

Her Audience be the Noon —
Her Caretaker be the Sun —
Her Growth proclaimed by the Bee ——
In sovereign Constant Tune —

The Bravest of the Army —
Surrendering the last —
Nor aware even of Defeat —
What cancelled by the Frost —