Author Emily Dickinson 841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature's Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale. Nature is fond, I sometimes think, Of Trinkets, as a Girl. Tags nature girl sometimes Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments