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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?
Thank you Emily, I will be downloading other poems I have written very soon.
.............oh this is a beautiful write. of summer...loved..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a delightful poem so full of innocence and vision.