Emily Dickinson - Of Brussels—it was not lyrics

602 Of Brussels—it was not Of Kidderminster? Nay The Winds did buy it of the Woods They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price The poorest—could afford It was within the frugal purse Of Beggar—or of Bird Of small and spicy Yards In hue—a mellow Dun Of Sunshine—and of Sere—Composed But, principally—of Sun The Wind—unrolled it fast And spread it on the Ground Upholsterer of the Pines—is He Upholsterer—of the Pond