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I could not bear the bees should come, I wished they 'd stay away In those dim countries where they go: What word had they for me?

They 're here, though; not a creature failed, No blossom stayed away In gentle deference to me, The Queen of Calvary.

Each one salutes me as he goes, And I my childish plumes Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment Of their unthinking drums.