Emily Dickinson - The Bee lyrics

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee A jar across the flowers goes Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet a**ault Their chivalry consumes While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms His feet are shod with gauze His helmet is of gold His breast, a single onyx With chrysoprase, inlaid His labor is a chant His idleness a tune Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!