What The Bee Is To The Floweret

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Title:     What The Bee Is To The Floweret
Author: Thomas Moore [More Titles by Moore]

HE.

What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew,
Thro' the leaves that close embower it,
That, my love, I'll be to you.

SHE.

What the bank, with verdure glowing,
Is to waves that wander near,
Whispering kisses, while they're going,
That I'll be to you, my dear.

SHE.

But they say, the bee's a rover,
Who will fly, when sweets are gone;
And, when once the kiss is over,
Faithless brooks will wander on.

HE.

Nay, if flowers _will_ lose their looks,
If sunny banks _will_ wear away,
Tis but right that bees and brooks
Should sip and kiss them while they may.

[The end]
Thomas Moore's poem: What The Bee Is To The Floweret

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