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?

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

This is a delightful poem so full of innocence and vision.
I like the brashness and strength of your poetry
.............oh this is a beautiful write. of summer...loved..
......ohh I love this poem....it is truly a gem..