Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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?

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Remorse
4. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown
5. Resurgam

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