The Riverside song book/The Humble-Bee

by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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THE HUMBLE-BEE.

Ralph Waldo Emerson. German Air.

1. Bur - ly, doz - ing hum - ble - bee, Where thou art is

2. When the south wind, in May days, With a net of

3. Hot mid - sum - mer's pet - ted crone, Sweet to me thy

4. Wis - er far than hu - man seer. Yel - low - breeched phil-

clime for me. Let them sail for Por - to Rique,

shin - ing haze Sil - vers the hor-i - zon wall,

drow - sy tone Tells of count-less sun - ny hours,

os - o - pher! See - ing on - ly what is fair,

Far - off heats through seas to seek; I will fol - low

And with soft - ness touch- es all. Thou, in sun - ny

Long days, sol - id banks of flowers; Aught un - sav - 'ry

Thou dost mock at fate and care; When the fierce north -

thee a - lone. Thou an - i - mat - ed tor - rid zone!

sol - i - tudes, Ro - ver of the un - der - woods,

or un - clean Hath my in - sect nev - er seen;

west - ern blast Cools sea and land so far and fast,

Let me chase thy wav - ing lines, Sing - ing o - ver shrubs and vines.

The green si - lence dost dis - place With thy mel-low breezy bass.

Clov-er, catch-fly, ad - der's tongue, Bri - er ro - ses, dwelt a - mong.

Thou al - read-y slum-b'rest deep; Woe and want thou canst out-sleep.