Classic Poem

Bees in the lindens booming
In the green core, out of sight,
In the lindens, yellow-blooming,
Embosomed close as night;
And nought is there to see
Save the mellow emerald's bright
Deep-foliaged lucidity
Of music, bloom, and light.

Bees in the lindens humming
Melody three days old,
‘Midsummer coming, coming,
Autumn, and winter, the cold!’
The green core ringing is,
Rings the tiny blossomed gold,
The lindens ring with bliss
In three days told.