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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?

Emily Dickinson

Monday, January 13, 2003

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William Savage 07 July 2015

This is a delightful poem so full of innocence and vision.

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William Savage 25 May 2015

I like the brashness and strength of your poetry

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William Savage 07 July 2015

Thank you Emily, I will be downloading other poems I have written very soon.

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* Sunprincess * 25 May 2014

.............oh this is a beautiful write. of summer...loved..

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* Sunprincess * 01 April 2014

......ohh I love this poem....it is truly a gem..

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