Classic Poem

If I were a honey-bee
What would I do?
I'll tell to no other,
Darling, but you:
Near the heart of the Lily,
Folding my wings,—
Think it no harm, darling,
'T is a bee sings,—

There I would linger
All of the day;
None of the garden
Should tempt me away.
The Tulip, proud lady,
I would disdain;
The Violet's blue eyes should
Woo me in vain;

The tears of the Blue-bell
Ever might fall;
The Rose and the Woodbine
Cling to the wall;
The Cowslip and Daisy
Lie in the sun:
I would not kiss them,—
Never a one.

But alone with my Lily
Ever I 'd rest,
Shrined in the whiteness
Of her fair breast;
Think it no harm, darling,—
Only you see
That I'd make honey
Were I a bee!