"APPEAL to Reason!" writes a sage Whose book, on many a glowing page, Would teach the reader to control The workings of the human soul. The plan, no doubt, is often wise, But, should it fail, let me advise ('T is safe to try it!) an appeal The hardest heart is sure to feel; When Reason turns away her ear, Who knows but Vanity may hear? As Chloe stood, one summer's day, -- Young, giddy, handsome, vain, and gay, -- Before her mirror, and essayed Her native charms by art to aid, A vagrant bee came buzzing round, And Chloe, frightened at the sound, Cried, "Mary, help! Go, Lizzie, fetch A broom and kill the little wretch!" Too late! despite the bustling maids, The wanton imp at once invades Poor Chloe's lip, -- the saucy thing! And fixes there his ugly sting. The culprit caught, the maids prepare To kill the monster then and there; When, trembling for his life, the Bee Makes this extenuating plea: "Forgive! O beauteous queen, forgive My sad mistake; for, as I live, Your mouth (I'm sorry, Goodness knows!) I surely took it for a rose!" "Poor insect!" Chloe sighed, "I vow 'T were very hard to kill him now, No harm the little fellow meant, And then he seems so penitent; Besides, the pain was very small, I scarcely feel it now at all!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 43 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO CHILDREN: 5. DAME HOLIDAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |