Why? (Dickinson)
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
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 !
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