Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles--
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.
Fuzz ordained--not Fuzz contindent--
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs--a Universe's fracture
Could not jar or spill.
- Walter de la Mare Who said, "Peacock Pie"? The old King to the sparrow: Who said, "Crops are ripe"? Rust to the harrow: Who…
- Hilaire Belloc I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in the hopeless battle died…
- Walter de la Mare Not any flower that blows But shining watch doth keep; Every swift changing chequered hour it knows Now to break forth in…