Where sucks the bee now? summer is flying,
Leaves round the elm-tree faded are lying;
Violets are gone from their grassy dell,
With the cowslip cups, where the fairies dwell;
The rose from the garden hath pass'd away—
Yet happy, fair boy, is thy natal day!
Forlove bidsit welcome, the love which hath smiled
Ever around thee, my gentle child!
Watching thy footsteps, and guarding thy bed,
And pouring out joy on thy sunny head.
Roses may vanish, but this will stay—
Happy and bright is thy natal day!
I am busy working to bring Felicia Dorothea Hemans's "Where Sucks the Bee Now?" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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