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

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

“It's all i have to bring todaythis and my heart besidethis and my heart and all the fields and all the meadows widebe sure to countshould i forgetsomeone the sum could tellthis and my heart and all the beeswhich in the clovers dwell”

“A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, His knowledge to unfold On what concerns our mutual mind, The literature of old”

“How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!”