Monday, August 15, 2016

The bee is not afraid of me by Emily Dickinson

 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 eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?

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