Earth's Voices Transcripts from Nature, Sospitra, and Other Poems. By William Sharp |
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IX. THE WILD BEE.
Where in the fields the new-mown haySweet fragrance makes, I wing my way:
I swing within the pliant fold
Of bindweed-bell, or o'er the gold
Of dandelions and kingcups pass:
At times entangled in the grass
I sip the purple orchis sweet,
Or climb the campion's stalk, then fleet
With gauzy wings and happy hum
Close to the seeding limes have come,
Then off to where the hawthorn blows,
And thence where meadow-sweet thick grows!
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My honey-search ne'er cease to ply,
And, when the sunlight passes swift,
Upon the evening breeze I drift
To where within my tiny nest
I safely drowse in well-earned rest.
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