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Of air born honey gift of heaven I now	A
Take up the tale Upon this theme no less	B
Look thou Maecenas with indulgent eye	C
A marvellous display of puny powers	D
High hearted chiefs a nation's history	E
Its traits its bent its battles and its clans	F
All each shall pass before you while I sing	G
Slight though the poet's theme not slight the praise	H
So frown not heaven and Phoebus hear his call	I
First find your bees a settled sure abode	J
Where neither winds can enter winds blow back	K
The foragers with food returning home	L
Nor sheep and butting kids tread down the flowers	D
Nor heifer wandering wide upon the plain	M
Dash off the dew and bruise the springing blades	N
Let the gay lizard too keep far aloof	O
His scale clad body from their honied stalls	P
And the bee eater and what birds beside	Q
And Procne smirched with blood upon the breast	R
From her own murderous hands For these roam wide	Q
Wasting all substance or the bees themselves	S
Strike flying and in their beaks bear home to glut	T
Those savage nestlings with the dainty prey	U
But let clear springs and moss green pools be near	V
And through the grass a streamlet hurrying run	W
Some palm tree o'er the porch extend its shade	X
Or huge grown oleaster that in Spring	G
Their own sweet Spring tide when the new made chiefs	Y
Lead forth the young swarms and escaped their comb	L
The colony comes forth to sport and play	U
The neighbouring bank may lure them from the heat	Z
Or bough befriend with hospitable shade	X
O'er the mid waters whether swift or still	A2
Cast willow branches and big stones enow	W
Bridge after bridge where they may footing find	B2
And spread their wide wings to the summer sun	W
If haply Eurus swooping as they pause	C2
Have dashed with spray or plunged them in the deep	D2
And let green cassias and far scented thymes	C2
And savory with its heavy laden breath	E2
Bloom round about and violet beds hard by	C
Sip sweetness from the fertilizing springs	C2
For the hive's self or stitched of hollow bark	F2
Or from tough osier woven let the doors	C2
Be strait of entrance for stiff winter's cold	G2
Congeals the honey and heat resolves and thaws	C2
To bees alike disastrous not for naught	H2
So haste they to cement the tiny pores	C2
That pierce their walls and fill the crevices	C2
With pollen from the flowers and glean and keep	D2
To this same end the glue that binds more fast	I2
Than bird lime or the pitch from Ida's pines	C2
Oft too in burrowed holes if fame be true	J2
They make their cosy subterranean home	L
And deeply lodged in hollow rocks are found	K2
Or in the cavern of an age hewn tree	E
Thou not the less smear round their crannied cribs	C2
With warm smooth mud coat and strew leaves above	L2
But near their home let neither yew tree grow	M2
Nor reddening crabs be roasted and mistrust	N2
Deep marish ground and mire with noisome smell	O2
Or where the hollow rocks sonorous ring	G
And the word spoken buffets and rebounds	C2
What more When now the golden sun has put	P2
Winter to headlong flight beneath the world	Q2
And oped the doors of heaven with summer ray	U
Forthwith they roam the glades and forests o'er	R2
Rifle the painted flowers or sip the streams	C2
Light hovering on the surface Hence it is	C2
With some sweet rapture that we know not of	L2
Their little ones they foster hence with skill	A2
Work out new wax or clinging honey mould	G2
So when the cage escaped hosts you see	E
Float heavenward through the hot clear air until	A2
You marvel at yon dusky cloud that spreads	C2
And lengthens on the wind then mark them well	O2
For then 'tis ever the fresh springs they seek	S2
And bowery shelter hither must you bring	G
The savoury sweets I bid and sprinkle them	T2
Bruised balsam and the wax flower's lowly weed	U2
And wake and shake the tinkling cymbals heard	V2
By the great Mother on the anointed spots	C2
Themselves will settle and in wonted wise	C2
Seek of themselves the cradle's inmost depth	W2
But if to battle they have hied them forth	X2
For oft 'twixt king and king with uproar dire	Y2
Fierce feud arises and at once from far	Z2
You may discern what passion sways the mob	A3
And how their hearts are throbbing for the strife	B3
Hark the hoarse brazen note that warriors know	M2
Chides on the loiterers and the ear may catch	C3
A sound that mocks the war trump's broken blasts	C2
Then in hot haste they muster then flash wings	C2
Sharpen their pointed beaks and knit their thews	C2
And round the king even to his royal tent	D3
Throng rallying and with shouts defy the foe	M2
So when a dry Spring and clear space is given	W
Forth from the gates they burst they clash on high	C
A din arises they are heaped and rolled	G2
Into one mighty mass and headlong fall	I
Not denselier hail through heaven nor pelting so	M2
Rains from the shaken oak its acorn shower	R2
Conspicuous by their wings the chiefs themselves	C2
Press through the heart of battle and display	U
A giant's spirit in each pigmy frame	E3
Steadfast no inch to yield till these or those	C2
The victor's ponderous arm has turned to flight	F3
Such fiery passions and such fierce assaults	C2
A little sprinkled dust controls and quells	C2
And now both leaders from the field recalled	G3
Who hath the worser seeming do to death	E2
Lest royal waste wax burdensome but let	H3
His better lord it on the empty throne	W
One with gold burnished flakes will shine like fire	R2
For twofold are their kinds the nobler he	E
Of peerless front and lit with flashing scales	C2
That other from neglect and squalor foul	I3
Drags slow a cumbrous belly As with kings	C2
So too with people diverse is their mould	G2
Some rough and loathly as when the wayfarer	R2
Scapes from a whirl of dust and scorched with heat	Z
Spits forth the dry grit from his parched mouth	J3
The others shine forth and flash with lightning gleam	K3
Their backs all blazoned with bright drops of gold	G2
Symmetric this the likelier breed from these	C2
When heaven brings round the season thou shalt strain	W
Sweet honey nor yet so sweet as passing clear	R2
And mellowing on the tongue the wine god's fire	R2
But when the swarms fly aimlessly abroad	L3
Disport themselves in heaven and spurn their cells	C2
Leaving the hive unwarmed from such vain play	U
Must you refrain their volatile desires	C2
Nor hard the task tear off the monarchs' wings	C2
While these prove loiterers none beside will dare	R2
Mount heaven or pluck the standards from the camp	M3
Let gardens with the breath of saffron flowers	C2
Allure them and the lord of Hellespont	L3
Priapus wielder of the willow scythe	N3
Safe in his keeping hold from birds and thieves	C2
And let the man to whom such cares are dear	R2
Himself bring thyme and pine trees from the heights	C2
And strew them in broad belts about their home	L
No hand but his the blistering task should ply	C
Plant the young slips or shed the genial showers	C2
And I myself were I not even now	W
Furling my sails and nigh the journey's end	L3
Eager to turn my vessel's prow to shore	R2
Perchance would sing what careful husbandry	R2
Makes the trim garden smile of Paestum too	L3
Whose roses bloom and fade and bloom again	W
How endives glory in the streams they drink	O3
And green banks in their parsley and how the gourd	L3
Twists through the grass and rounds him to paunch	C3
Nor of Narcissus had my lips been dumb	P3
That loiterer of the flowers nor supple stemmed	L3
Acanthus with the praise of ivies pale	Q3
And myrtles clinging to the shores they love	L2
For 'neath the shade of tall Oebalia's towers	C2
Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing fields	C2
An old man once I mind me to have seen	W
From Corycus he came to whom had fallen	W
Some few poor acres of neglected land	L3
And they nor fruitful' neath the plodding steer	R2
Meet for the grazing herd nor good for vines	C2
Yet he the while his meagre garden herbs	C2
Among the thorns he planted and all round	L3
White lilies vervains and lean poppy set	L3
In pride of spirit matched the wealth of kings	C2
And home returning not till night was late	L3
With unbought plenty heaped his board on high	C
He was the first to cull the rose in spring	G
He the ripe fruits in autumn and ere yet	L3
Winter had ceased in sullen ire to rive	C
The rocks with frost and with her icy bit	L3
Curb in the running waters there was he	R2
Plucki	G

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