The Bee by E. Dickinson
- Emily Dickinson
- Aug 26, 2020
- 1 min read
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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