All English Sonnets
A bee upon the blood-red blossom sits,
And blossom’s nucleus, it expertly probes.
Then in the hive its drop of honey spits,
And back for honey to the blossom moves.
Some farmers come with mask, sickle, axe,
And home with honey oozing hives return.
They separate the honey from the wax,
With wax they fashion candles which then burn.
Infatuated moths. what design
Is this that with innocuous action- bees,
The death warrants of lovely moths do sign,
So when we take a breath or when we sneeze,
some future traveller’s pace, it may impede,
Or cause on barren deserts, a stampede.