The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me, by Emily Dickinson

The Bee Is Not Afraid of Me

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? - Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson