Emily Dickinson

Flowers -- Well -- if anybody
Can the ecstasy define --
Half a transport -- half a trouble --
With which flowers humble men:
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow --
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow.

Too much pathos in their faces
For a simple breast like mine --
Butterflies from St. Domingo
Cruising round the purple line --
Have a system of aesthetics --
Far superior to mine.

this is the poem i found that is about flowers. it is written in Emily's usual odd style, but

does use a rhyming scheme this time. In this poem i think Emily is talking about death. I think 

this because all the things she describes would fit in at a funeral.