there is a blossom of the brain

This is a Blossom of the Brain—

A small—italic Seed

Lodged by Design or Happening

The Spirit fructified—

Shy as the Wind of his Chambers

Swift as a Freshet's Tongue

So of the Flower of the Soul

Its process is unknown.

When it is found, a few rejoice

The Wise convey it Home

Carefully cherishing the spot

If other Flower become.

When it is lost, that Day shall be

The Funeral of God,

Upon his Breast, a closing Soul

The Flower of our Lord.

(Emily Dickinson]

Done