“The lovely flowersembarrass me.They make me regretI am not a bee...”

“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few.”

“Did the harebell loose her girdleTo the lover bee,Would the bee the harebell hallowMuch as formerly?”

“The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.”

“Forgive me if I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the dandelions, make a sorry figure in a drawing room.”

“Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.”

“You think my gait 'spasmodic' - I am in danger - Sir - You think me 'uncontrolled' - I have no Tribunal.”