Why?

III. 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 !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
May-Flower	"Perhaps you ’d like to buy a flower"

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