poems.
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THE BEE.
Why leave the sunny glade, sweet bee,
When ev'ry flower is bright,
To dwell in this fair hour with me,
In this secluded light?
When ev'ry flower is bright,
To dwell in this fair hour with me,
In this secluded light?
My easement's veil'd with flow'ry vines
And beautifully o'erspread;
And here a forest-tree entwines
Its branches o'er my head.
And beautifully o'erspread;
And here a forest-tree entwines
Its branches o'er my head.
But shadowy light like this, sweet bee,
Should never be thy home:
Go rove among the flow'rs so free,
And o'er the meadows roam.
Should never be thy home:
Go rove among the flow'rs so free,
And o'er the meadows roam.
Forth, forth she fled on buoyant wing;
I bade the bee farewell;
But heard at eve the insect sing,
And found her in a shell.
I bade the bee farewell;
But heard at eve the insect sing,
And found her in a shell.
Oh, lov'lier home, thou gentle bee,
Has never yet been found;
I give the blushing bow'r to thee,
With mosses cover'd round.
Has never yet been found;
I give the blushing bow'r to thee,
With mosses cover'd round.
