Two bees within a crystal flowerbell rocked, Hum a love-lay to the west-wind at noontide. Both alike, they buzz together, Both alike, they hum together, Through and through the flowered heather. Where in a creeping cove the wave unshocked Lays itself calm and wide. Over a stream two birds of glancing feather Do woo each other, carolling together. Both alike, they glide together, Side by side; Both alike, they sing together, Arching blue-glossed necks beneath the purple weather. Two children lovelier than Love adown the lea are singing, As they gambol, lily-garlands ever stringing: Both in blosm-white silk are frocked: Like, unlike, they roam together Under a summer vault of golden weather: Like, unlike, they sing together Side by side, Mid-May's darling golden-locked, Summer's tanling diamond-eyed. |