And every bee that wings its sidelong flight
Assurance of a sweeter, fairer fate.
The blazoned humming-bird hath made it plain—
It seeks ravines where wildings wreathe each wall;
And there succeeding broods are marked again
By rainbows o’er a rambling waterfall.
When you return, the youngest of the seers,
Released from fetters of ancestral pose,
There will be beauty waiting down the years—
Revisions of the ruby and the rose.