Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Bee is not afraid of me


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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?

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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