From L’Allegro
By John Milton
While the bee with honied thigh,
That her flowery work doth sing,
And the waters murmuring
And such consort as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feather’d sleep.
Copyright © by the owner.
While the bee with honied thigh,
That her flowery work doth sing,
And the waters murmuring
And such consort as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feather’d sleep.