IN THE GARDEN
Reading edition
A SOFT and flowered vision Came on me as a breeze In summer, and I saw The souls of men like bees. Up stairs of orchard foam With balustrade of may, Stagger, a mazy cluster, Drunk with the scented day. Then strong from newer honey, With brighter pollen shod, The little souls went buzzing Up to the Hives of God.
SHERARD VINES (NEW COLLEGE)