Classic Poem

Here the wingèd honey seeker
Pours from out his brimming beaker
Clover essences, and fine
Nectar from the columbine.
Here is found the rare fulfilment
Of ambrosial distilment.
Ne'er was more delicious hoard
From Olympian chalice poured,—
Burden from the lily cell;
Guerdon from the pimpernel;
Filchment from the larkspur tall,
And the rose imperial!
Who, at such divine delight,
Would not turn a Sybarite!
Linger o'er the attared cup
Till the latest star be up!
Join in rouse and revelry
At the Tavern of the Bee!