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. The Mountain
2. A Day
3. 'T Was Later When the Summer Went
4. Purple Clover
5. The Bee

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