Emily Dickinson on Bees

I hadn't realized until recently what a big bee lover she was.


COME SLOWLY, EDEN!
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,  
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars--enters,
And is lost in balms!

Pedigree
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, anytime to him
is aristocracy.

Emily Dickinson