The bees build in the crevices Of loosening masonry, and there The mother birds bring grubs and flies. My wall is loosening; honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the state. We are closed in, and the key is turned On our uncertainty; somewhere A man is killed, or a house burned, Yet no cleat fact to be discerned: Come build in he empty house of the stare. A barricade of stone or of wood; Some fourteen days of civil war; Last night they trundled down the road That dead young soldier in his blood: Come build in the empty house of the stare. We had fed the heart on fantasies, The heart's grown brutal from the fare; More Substance in our enmities Than in our love; O honey-bees, Come build in the empty house of the stare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL THE STRAPLESS by KAREN SWENSON THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE MEDITATION OF THE OLD FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |