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.