To a Bee


Furry bee, you great brown lump
Wandering from clump to clump
Of flowers and shrubs around the pump
Rusty in the midst;
Droning bee, you work too much,
Time you whirred back to your hutch;
Flowers are drowsy at your touch!
When thou bid’st
The nodding flo’wrets all good eve
You take away what you did thieve;
You are a thief, winged, funny,
Yet a sweet thief – you have honey!