Outdoor Wednesday: May Flowers

"What the bee is to the floweret,

When he looks for honey-dew,
Through the leaves that close embower it,
That, my love, I'll be to you.

She. --


What the bank, with verdure glowing,
Is to waves that wander near,
Whispering kisses, while they're going,
That I'll be to you, my dear.


She. --


But they say, the bee's a rover,
Who will fly, when sweets are gone,
And, when once the kiss is over,
Faithless brooks will wander on.


He. --


Nay, if flowers will lose their looks
If sunny banks will wear away,
'Tis but right that bees and brooks
Should sip and kiss them, while they may. "--Thomas Moore, What the Bee is to the Floweret

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I'll be joining A Southern Daydreamer for Outdoor Wednesday!

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