Emily Dickinson: Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower

Tal vez quisieras comprar una flor,

Pero yo nunca podría venderla.

Si quieres tomarla prestada,

Hasta que el narciso

Despliegue su sombrero amarillo

Bajo la puerta del pueblo,

Hasta que las abejas saquen, de las hileras de tréboles,

Su jerez y su vino del Rin,

Bueno, la prestaré hasta entonces,

¡Pero ni una hora más!

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,

But I could never sell.

If you would like to borrow,

Until the Daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet

Beneath the village door,

Until the bees, from clover rows

Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,

But not an hour more!