Author Samuel Rogers Dear is that valley to the murmuring bees; And all, who know it, come and come again. The small birds build there; and, at summer-noon, Oft have I heard a child, gay among the flowers, As in the shining grass she sate concealed, Sing to herself……. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments