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Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because the Flowers unafraid
May lift a look on thine, a Maid
Alway a Flower would be.
Nor Robins, Robins need not hide
When Thou upon their Crypts intrude
So Wings bestow on Me
Or Petals, or a Dower of Buzz
That Bee to ride, or Flower of Furze
I that way worship Thee.
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Comments1Love this poem, really opens up a whole new perspective about nature. This idea of becoming a bee or a flower just to be closer to someone is just so beautiful and compelling. We don't need to be afraid. Nature's everything and everywhere. Sounds so refreshingly innocent and sweet. Brilliant!