Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SongD. H. Lawrence
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As a field bee, black and amber,
Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamber
Up the warm grass where the sunbeams start.
And a glint of colored sunshine brings
Such as his along the folded wings
Of the bee before he flies.
Have loosened the wings of the wild young sprite;
He has opened them out in a reeling flight,
And down her words he hasteneth.
The hum of his glittering, drunken wings
Sets quivering with music the little things
That she says, and her simple words rejoice.