Saturday, August 20, 2011

Beautiful Little Worker Bee


Me thought I heard a butterfly

Say to a labouring bee:

"Thou hast no colours of the sky

On painted wings like me."


"Poor child of vanity! those dyes,

And colours bright and rare,"

With mild reproof, the bee replies,

"Are all beneath my care.


"Content I toil from morn to eve,

And scorning idleness,

To tribes of gaudy sloth I leave

The vanity of dress."


-WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES





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