Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886

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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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Poems
Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
 

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