Lively sings the drilling bee From nuzzled bud to bud, Hearts that open to that thin, black tongue Blossom past the shroud. 5 And the gardener is drunk again Among the dazzled aisles; He sinks in dreams of immortal joy, And the bee walks on his lip. Hatred bears with passion 10 As culling comes to fruit; All that blossoms on the wild, high air Shall wither to the root. Hatred stirs to action, Music stabs still hearts to dance, 15 Full Love would move our passion there But for our partial circumstance. And the gardener is drunk again Among the dazzled aisles. Now come to that high tenancy 20 That from heaven to heaven slips, As a contralto hummingbird Warbles as she dips. How should we avoid that wandering, That whistling word Immortality 25 If we but hold our lives entire In a laughing eye? And the gardener is drunk again Among the dazzled aisles.
From the collection "Divine Revolt"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.