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. Rouge et Noir
2. New Feet within My Garden Go
3. Suspense
4. Whether My Bark Went Down at Sea
5. Mine

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