Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BEE-WISP, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER


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THE BEE-WISP, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Our window-panes enthral our summer bees
Last Line: Against the very hand of providence.
Subject(s): Insects; Bugs


Our window-panes enthral our summer bees;
(To insect woes I give this little page) --
We hear them threshing in their idle rage
Those crystal floors of famine, while, at ease,
Their outdoor comrades probe the nectaries
Of flowers, and into all sweet blossoms dive;
Then home, at sundown, to the happy hive,
On forward wing, straight through the dancing flies;
For such poor strays a full-plumbed wisp I keep,
And when I see them pining, worn, and vext,
I brush them softly with a downward sweep
To the raised sash -- all-angered and perplext:
So man, the insect, stands on his defense
Against the very hand of Providence.





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