Author John Banister Tabb A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening, From flower to flower he flies: While wakes the nodding blossom, But just too late to see What lip hath touched her bosom And drained her nectary. 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