Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
\nI hear the level bee:
\nA jar across the flowers goes,
\nTheir velvet masonry<\/p>\n
Withstands until the sweet assault
\nTheir chivalry consumes,
\nWhile he, victorious, tilts away
\nTo vanquish other blooms.<\/p>\n
His feet are shod with gauze,
\nHis helmet is of gold;
\nHis breast, a single onyx
\nWith chrysoprase, inlaid.<\/p>\n
His labor is a chant,
\nHis idleness a tune;
\nOh, for a bee’s experience
\nOf clovers and of noon!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"