The Humble Bee

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  1. Bitty Bee

    Bitty Bee New Member

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    Burly, dozing humble-bee,
    Where thou art is clime for me.
    Let them sail for Porto Rique,
    Far-off heats through seas to seek;
    I will follow thee alone,
    Thou animated torrid-zone!
    Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer,
    Let me chase thy waving lines;
    Keep me nearer, me thy hearer,
    Singing over shrubs and vines.

    Insect lover of the sun,
    Joy of thy dominion!
    Sailor of the atmosphere;
    Swimmer through the waves of air;
    Voyager of light and noon;
    Epicurean of June;
    Wait, I prithee, till I come
    Within earshot of thy hum, -
    All without is martyrdom.

    When the south wind, in May days,
    With a net of shining haze
    Silvers the horizon wall,
    And with softness touching all,
    Tints the human countenance
    With a color of romance,
    And infusing subtle heats,
    Turns the sod to violets,
    Thou, in sunny solitudes,
    Rover of the underwoods,
    The green silence dost displace
    With thy mellow, breezy bass.

    Hot midsummer`s petted crone,
    Sweet to me thy drowsy tone
    Tells of countless sunny hours,
    Long days, and solid banks of flowers;
    Of gulfs of sweetness without bound
    In Indian wildernesses found;
    Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure,
    Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.

    Aught unsavory or unclean
    Hath my insect never seen;
    But violets and bilberry bells,
    Maple-sap and daffodels,
    Grass with green flag half-mast high,
    Succory to match the sky,
    Columbine with horn of honey,
    Scented fern, and agrimony,
    Clover, catchfly, adder`s-tongue
    And brier-roses, dwelt among;
    All beside was unknown waste,
    All waste picture as he passed.

    Wiser far than human seer,
    Yellow-breeched philosopher!
    Seeing only what is fair,
    Sipping only what is sweet,
    Thou dost mock at fate and care,
    Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.
    When the fierce northwestern blast
    Cools sea and land so far and fast,
    Thou already slumberest deep;
    Woe and want thou canst outsleep;
    Want and owe, which torture us,
    Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
    ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

    I stumbled across this today and enjoyed it so much I though I'd share. It's wonderful bee poem and I love the last stanza! Even though bees don't exactly sleep. :D
     
  2. gunsmith

    gunsmith New Member

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  3. milapostol

    milapostol New Member

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    Oh, at first I thought YOU had written this poem! ;)