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 The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
 With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
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 The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
 With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
  Now in a lily cup, and now
   Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
    In his wandering. 
 His labor is a chant,
 His idleness a tune;
  Oh, for a bee's experience
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 His labor is a chant,
 His idleness a tune;
  Oh, for a bee's experience
   Of clovers and of noon! 
 The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the 
sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems read more 
 The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the 
sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. 
It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may 
suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death. 
 Listen! O, listen!
 Here come the hum the golden bees
  Underneath full blossomed trees,
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 Listen! O, listen!
 Here come the hum the golden bees
  Underneath full blossomed trees,
   At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned. 
 For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
 Which bore my Love away
  I'le seek him in your read more 
 For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
 Which bore my Love away
  I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave,
   I'le seek him in your eyes. 
 The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
 To join her comrades in the braided hive,
  Where, housed read more 
 The little bee returns with evening's gloom,
 To join her comrades in the braided hive,
  Where, housed beside their might honey-comb,
   They dream their polity shall long survive. 
 The pedigree of honey
 Does not concern the bee;
  A clover, any time, to him
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 The pedigree of honey
 Does not concern the bee;
  A clover, any time, to him
   Is aristocracy. 
 The solitary Bee
 Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
  Flew there on restless wing,
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 The solitary Bee
 Whose buzzing was the only sound of life,
  Flew there on restless wing,
   Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix. 
 How doth the little busy bee
 Improve each shining hour,
  And gather honey all the day
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 How doth the little busy bee
 Improve each shining hour,
  And gather honey all the day
   From every opening flower.