The Bee
O Rose-Fed Bee, why hast thou come
When flowers thy presence seek,
And dare to touch the fragrant bloom
Of Heliodora's cheek?
Is this thy message: that Love's sting
May never find relief
And that within the sweetest thing
There lurks a hidden grief?
Ah, little friend, thy word is vain
And vain thy help, I trow:
Quick backward fly nor waste thy pain,
Too well the truth I know.
When flowers thy presence seek,
And dare to touch the fragrant bloom
Of Heliodora's cheek?
Is this thy message: that Love's sting
May never find relief
And that within the sweetest thing
There lurks a hidden grief?
Ah, little friend, thy word is vain
And vain thy help, I trow:
Quick backward fly nor waste thy pain,
Too well the truth I know.
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