Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Why?

The murmur of a bee
A witchcraft yieldeth me.
If any ask me why,
'T were easier to die
Than tell.

The red upon the hill
Taketh away my will;
If anybody sneer,
Take care, for God is here,
That's all.

The breaking of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!

1. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. The Heart Asks Pleasure First
4. Unreturning
5. If You Were Coming in the Fall

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