The Earth Turns South/Star-Bees
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STAR-BEES
The stars are golden bees,
Booming through the sky-meadows.
As they fly, they utter a sweet humming noise,
That rings with melody through the wide heavens.
Sometimes, when my ears are closed,
I can almost catch that far humming.
Booming through the sky-meadows.
As they fly, they utter a sweet humming noise,
That rings with melody through the wide heavens.
Sometimes, when my ears are closed,
I can almost catch that far humming.
We see them such a tiny time!
All that we call hours, years, centuries,
They, flashing in their golden speed,
Seem to have hardly moved;
One swift glimpse, and our eyes are closed forever.
All that we call hours, years, centuries,
They, flashing in their golden speed,
Seem to have hardly moved;
One swift glimpse, and our eyes are closed forever.
Oh, the vast meadows they fly through,
Sky staked out next to sky;
And, oh, the strange sweet flowers they visit,
Burrowing deep into the cloven blossom-hearts for the honey.
Sky staked out next to sky;
And, oh, the strange sweet flowers they visit,
Burrowing deep into the cloven blossom-hearts for the honey.
At night the bees go back to the hive;
But it is dawn to them now,
And they scatter in the sky-meadows.
To us the wild splendor of their flaming dawn—is darkness.
But it is dawn to them now,
And they scatter in the sky-meadows.
To us the wild splendor of their flaming dawn—is darkness.
At evening they will fly home to the hive,
And the black final night. . . .
And the black final night. . . .