asymptote (
tree
) wrote in
emily_dickinson
2011
-
07
-
27
09:04 pm
J 111
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?
Flat
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