THERE'S a bee in the rose, Though you cannot see it, Stealing her sweet, stealing her sweet. Nobody knows There's a bee in the rose Under their feet, under their feet. Wafts of south breezes have stirred her to motion. See! she is bathed in the sun's golden ocean. Who could divine it? Nobody knows There's a bee in the rose. There's a grief in my heart, Though you cannot see it, Darkening love's light—darkening love's light. How you would start If you looked in my heart, All is such dreary and desolate night. Still I go smiling, eyes bright with emotion, Gazing, you think, on Joy's mystical ocean. Sweet misconception! How you would start If you looked in my heart! |