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Poem: Why?

Why?

 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! 
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