The Humble-Bee, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music...
Because I was content with these poor fields,
...
Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me ...
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me, ...
I Voice of the summerwind,
Joy of the summe...
There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butte...
Tang of fruitage in the air;
Red boughs burst...
A THOUGHT lay like a flower upon mine heart,
...
She was only half-dressed
And equally bare tre...
One sovereign holds indisputable sway!
Her lig...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years, ...
In life there's naught
That's true, but Thoug...
Is it the beauty of the flower,
Its honeyed s...
Thou gaudy insect! Fickle wanderer!
Thou art a...
Weave on, poor insect! Weave on still,
Thy s...
Whilst we to Jove immortal and divine,
Perfor...
Here's a hail, O brown cicada, tuning
In the...
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
Moon over Japan.
White butterfly moon!
The wa...
Maybe this is fun, sitting in the sun,
With ...
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
The strident hum of sickle-bar,
Like giant in...
PART ONE I "Curse on all curs!" I heard a cyn...
From Circling The Core (Enitharmon Press 2008) ...