THE MURMUR OF A BEE

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

      HE murmur of a bee
      A witchcraft yieldeth me.
      If any ask me why,
      'Twere 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!

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