Wild honey from various thyme :: :: University of Virginia Library

Oft have I seen men musing on the shore
Of their sad fate, cut from Hesperides!
The face I watched to-day was not of these:
Marks of a sudden praise, undreamed before,
Even as stigmata awhile it bore,
Then fell away to musing of its ease,
As when the honey settles from the bees,
Mingling its furze, and thyme, and hellebore
To one bland recollection of the sun.
And I, beholding, felt even such a glow
Shines through these smaller gods that in a row
Are set as guardians of the household shrine—
Nameless and formless, yet as youth divine,
Of whom all life's accomplishing is done.