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Emily Dickinson : Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx1
With chrysoprase2, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)	?

 
FOOTNOTES
1off-white precious stone; 2green-coloured gem
 

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