A Lyric Poem
Part Two: Nature
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 eyes, thy silver
mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?
5. Write a one-sentence summary of this poem.
