THERE'S a bee in the rose, Though you cannot see it, Stealing her sweet, stealing her sweet. Nobody knows There's a bee in the rose Under their feet, under their feet. Wafts of south breezes have stirred her to motion. See! she is bathed in the sun's golden ocean. Who could divine it? Nobody knows There's a bee in the rose. There's a grief in my heart, Though you cannot see it, Darkening love's light—darkening love's light. How you would start If you looked in my heart, All is such dreary and desolate night. Still I go smiling, eyes bright with emotion, Gazing, you think, on Joy's mystical ocean. Sweet misconception! How you would start If you looked in my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE WHITE FIENDS by CLAUDE MCKAY LUCY (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE INDIAN UPON GOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MINDEN HOUSE by WILLIAM BARNES MISTRESS FATE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AUTUMN IN THE WEALD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |