hive

For they press in from all the provinces,

And fill the hive.”

She spoke, and bowing waved

ABE ri ihe dvi Lae foe Huy my Ry | Aa} i ol aitpa hahwis

Wattage hive inet Ht ee i peatiaty seneat

ary nee, CRS fe a aii i Ge 1 ‘at 1 ta ‘ seit hag

The bee that once did suck thee,

And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,

And swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive,---

Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees

That I might hive with me such thoughts and please

My soul so, always. foolish counterpart

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,

And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:

They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,

Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;

Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive,

That in my passions I may hope the best.

And Neptune made for thee a spumy tent,

And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive;

Aye on the shores of darkness there is light,

Till, caught by Pope Clement, a-buzzing there,

Hornet-prince of the mad wasps' hive,

And clipt of his wings in Paris square,