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?

Emily Dickinson  

From: Poems by Emily Dickinson Series One      

Edited by two of her friends

Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson



(Emily Dickinson Poetry)

(Poems on Nature)  (The Great Poets)   (Female Poets)