If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!




V.

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.




VI.

A SERVICE OF SONG.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,