Here, where the Daisies* fit my Head
'Tis easiest to lie
And every Grass that plays outside
Is sorry, some, for me.
Where I am not afraid to go
I may confide my Flower -
Who was not Enemy of Me
Will gentle be, to Her.
Nor separate, Herself and Me
By Distances become -
A single Bloom we constitute
Departed, or at Home -
* Graveyard flower; funeral blossom;
[fig.] death; other deceased people cf
http://www.edickinson.org/words/5254