SONG OF THE HIVE BEE. 135 
I enter, unquestion’d, 
the gardens of state. 
And rifle the costly 
parterres of the great. 
Where I wander unehidden 
on light roving wiag. 
And banquet on flowers 
that are rais’d for the kings 
I seek, in his presence, 
the one I love best, 
And murmur my song 
of delight on its breast^ 
And I take, 'when Pm weary, 
luxurious repose 
In the urn of the lily 
or lap the rose* 
R 
