The pedigree of honey,
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
Could I but ride indefinite,
As doth the meadow-bee,
And visit only where I liked,
And no man visit me.
And flirt all day with buttercups,
And marry whom I may,
And dwell a little everywhere,
Or better, run away
With no police to follow,
Or chase me if I do,
Till I should jump peninsulas
To get away from you -
I said, but just to be a bee,
Upon a raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long,
And anchor off the bar,—
What liberty! So captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.
As doth the meadow-bee,
And visit only where I liked,
And no man visit me.
And flirt all day with buttercups,
And marry whom I may,
And dwell a little everywhere,
Or better, run away
With no police to follow,
Or chase me if I do,
Till I should jump peninsulas
To get away from you -
I said, but just to be a bee,
Upon a raft of air,
And row in nowhere all day long,
And anchor off the bar,—
What liberty! So captives deem
Who tight in dungeons are.
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3 comments:
You take me to another world, G. Always have, actually.
J.
Gorgeous! What a Lovely start to my day! Thanks for sharing the Beauty. :-)
Thank *you*, Antonia.
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