Author Emily Dickinson The murmuring of bees has ceased; But murmuring of somePosterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come,—The lower metres of the year, When nature's laugh is done,—The Revelations of the book Whose Genesis is June. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments