CLOWN ARGHEB the honey-bee Counted his money, "See In the bandstand in Hell, Buzzing, the tunes that fell Raise up glass houses, round Serres-chaudes as forcing-ground, Lest bald heads harden In Hell's kitchen garden." Poet and pedagogue Bump their bald heads, agog -- (Melon and marrow, And cucumber narrow). Next day comes Proserpine, Parasol raised, and "See, Ma'am," says the gardener, "these Thoughts are as thick as peas!" So sighed the clown, singing Buzz, and still clinging, To no horizontal bars, But the pink freezing stars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE STYGIAN NAIADES by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PHYLLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET AUTUMN SONG by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY INVITATION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |