Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
The Bee is not afraid of me
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially—
The Brooks laugh louder when I come—
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
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