Classic Poem

1

The droneing bee has wakened up,
And humming round the buttercup:
And round the bright star daisy hums; —
O'er every blade of grass he passes —
The dew-drop shines like looking glasses;
In every drop a bright sun comes: —
'Tis march, and spring, bright days we see, —
Round every blossom hums the bee.

2

As soon as daylight in the morning,
The crimson curtains of the dawning, —
We hear, and see, the humming bee, —
Searching for hedge row violets,
Happy with the food he gets: —
Swimming o'er brook, and meadow lea; —
Then sits on maple stools at rest,
On the green mosses velvet breast.

3

About the molehill, round, and round,
The wild bee hums with honied sound, —
Singing a song, of spring, and flowers, —
To school-boys heard in sunny hours.
When all the waters seem a blaze,
Of fire, and sunshine in such days;
When bee's buzz on with coal black eye;
Joined by the yellow butterfly.

4

And when it comes, a summer shower;
It still will go from flower, to flower;
Then underneath the rushes, —
It sees the silver daisy flower,
And there it spends a little hour
Then hides among the bushes
But whence they come from, where they go
None but the wiser schoolboy's know.