Explore "Fringed Gentian" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
God made a little gentian; / It tried to be a rose / And failed, and all the summer laughed.
But just before the snows / There came a purple creature / That ravished all the hill; / And summer hid her forehead, / And mockery was still.
The frosts were her condition; / The Tyrian would not come / Until the North evoked it.
"Creator! shall I bloom? "