The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee, And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me; When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed, Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste; If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum, Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.
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"Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,..."
This evocative piece by Robert Herrick, titled "The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...