The murmuring of bees has ceased;
But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,
Has simultaneous come, —
The lower metres of the year,
When nature’s laugh is done, —
The Revelations of the book
Whose Genesis is June.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
The murmuring of bees has ceased;
But murmuring of some
Posterior, prophetic,
Has simultaneous come, —
The lower metres of the year,
When nature’s laugh is done, —
The Revelations of the book
Whose Genesis is June.