155
The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft—yieldeth me—
If any ask me why—
'Twere 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!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Emancipation
- The First Day's Night Had Come
- I Stole Them From A Bee
- Through The Dark Sod—as Education
- Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle
