A surprisingly Bazaarine poem by Emily Dickinson, written circa 1863, first published in 1894.
Would you like summer? Taste of ours –
Spices? Buy – here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching!
Weary! Furloughs of Down!
Perplexed! Estates of Violet – Trouble ne’er looked on!
Captive! We bring Reprieve of Roses!
Fainting! Flasks of Air!
Even for Death – a Fairy medicine.
But, which is it – sir?