"BUSY-BODY, busy-body, Always on the wing, Wait a bit, where you have lit, And tell me why you sing." Up, and in the air again, Flap, flap, flap! And now she stops, and now she drops Into the rose's lap. "Come, just a minute come, From your rose so red." Hum, hum, hum, hum -- That was all she said. Busy-body, busy-body, Always light and gay, It seems to me, for all I see, Your work is only play. And now the day is sinking to The goldenest of eves, And she doth creep for quiet sleep Among the lily-leaves. "Come, just a moment come, From your snowy bed." Hum, hum, hum, hum -- That was all she said. But, the while I mused, I learned The secret of her way: Do my part with cheerful heart, And turn my work to play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ELEGY: 18. LOVES PROGRESS by JOHN DONNE TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HAUNTED HOUSES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TELLING THE BEES (A COLONIAL CUSTOM) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |