Poems (Dickinson)/Why?

by Emily Dickinson

For works with similar titles, see Why?.

For other versions of this work, see The Murmur of a Bee.

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!