The Bumblebees

Poemata XXVI

The bumblebee, once called the humble-bee
 Makes its presence known to us
A seeker of the good where it might be
 Making such a noisy fuss;
And none but minds, which seeks and then so finds
 Things the humble-bee still does
The snap-dragons yield, and clover-flowers pine
 Hearing at last that timely buzz;
To us it's told, of getting at the gold
 Strong men hide, secure at night
A stronger man must come as was of old
 Wrench it free with all his might;
No nectar hides, the humble-bee decides
 Which with force cannot be found
Though with such funny awkwardness it glides
 Got that treasure from the ground.