Twinkled and winked and laughed and blinked.
The great sun now rolled forth in might
And drove them all quite out of sight.



TO A HONEY-BEE.

"Busy-body, busy-body,
Always on the wing,
Wait a bit, where you have lit,
And tell me why you sing."

Up, and in the air again,
Flap, flap, flap!
And now she stops, and now she drops
Into the rose's lap.

"Come, just a minute come,
From your rose so red."
Hum, hum, hum, hum--
That was all she said.

"Busy-body, busy-body,
Always light and gay,
It seems to me, for all I see,
Your work is only play."

And now the day is sinking to
The goldenest of eves,