Bee Loving a Weed
or a weed loving a bee
Awake! the morning shines, and the fresh field
Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed.
How nature paints her colours, how the bee
Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
- John Milton