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?

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4 Comments

  1. frumpo says:

    I am at ease with Nature (on a summer day), and yet it makes me sad.

  2. Sarah Grace says:

    This poem fills me with a light, airy feel. Emily Dickinson has the ability to make even the most high-maintenance, indoorsy types want to go into the woods and relax. I love it.

  3. Bob Ewell says:

    I take back the nickel comment from earlyer i would have alot of nickels are all your poems short? and i Dont like bees

  4. Lindsey Stuckey says:

    I like bees.

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