“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.”

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

“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”

“I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious”

“These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.”