Pretty people in the woods.

What title would you give this poem? I would call it “Pretty people in the woods”.
 
 

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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 eye thy silver mists,

Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?

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