Pigmy seraphs—gone astray by Emily Dickinson Lyrics

Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
Velvet people from Vevay
Balles from some lost summer day
Bees exclusive Coterie
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with Emerald
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so lustrous meek
Never such an Ambuscade
As of briar and leaf displayed
For my little damask maid

I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter"
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee