His Feet are shod with Gauze —
His helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a single Onyx
With Chrysophras, inlaid —
His Labor is a Chant —
His Idleness — a Tune —
Oh, for a Bee’s experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #979)
Many thanks to Sally, for letting me photograph in her garden!