The Bee is not afraid

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?

From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One

Edited by two of her friends

Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson

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