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?
Emily Dickinson
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| Kindergartener's portrait of Emily Dickinson after reading this poem. |
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| Visiting with my busy friend on Sweet Alyssum. |
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