BEES in the lindens booming In the green core, out of sight, In the lindens, yellow-blooming, Embosomed close as night; And nought is there to see Save the mellow emerald's bright Deep-foliaged lucidity Of music, bloom, and light. Bees in the lindens humming Melody three days old, 'Midsummer coming, coming, Autumn, and winter, the cold!' The green core ringing is, Rings the tiny blossomed gold, The lindens ring with bliss In three days told. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE FIELD MOUSE by WILLIAM SHARP THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE FUTILITY (FOR THE INFORMATION OF PENOLOGISTS AND SOCIOLOGISTS) by DANTE CACICI TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. A VILLAGE CHURCH by EDWARD CARPENTER |