"And careless of this noon-tide heat,
I'll follow as thy ramble guides;
To watch thee pause and chafe thy feet,
And sweep them o'er thy downy sides:
Then in a flower's bell nestling lie,
And all thy envied ardor ply!
Then o'er the stem, tho' fair it grow,
With touch rejecting, glance, and go.
"O Nature kind! O labourer wise!
That roam'st along the summer's ray,
Glean'st every bliss thy life supplies,
And meet'st prepared thy wintry day!
Go, envied go—with crowded gates
The hive thy rich return awaits;
Bear home thy store, in triumph gay,
And shame each idler of the day."
[208] Reaum. v. t. xxviii. f. 1. 2.
[209] Ibid. f. 7. o.
[210] Huber, ii. 5. t. ii. f. 8.
[211] Wildman, 43.
[213] Huber, ii. 82.
[214] Abbé Boisier, quoted in Mills On Bees, 24.
[215] Schirach, 45. Huber, i. 179.