A
HT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoicing,
I desired the
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and
Could lure those insect swarms from
That I might hive with me such thoughts and
My soul so, always. foolish
Of a weak man's vain wishes !
While I spoke,
The thought I called a flower grew
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain (cried Reason as she woke)Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting !
