/0/6730/coverbig.jpg?v=70345e237daebf997af2d4fc6ce77348)
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy
Invites the race;
Stoops to an easy clover -
Dips - evades - teases - deploys;
Then to the royal clouds
Lifts his light pinnace
Heedless of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
Homesick for steadfast honey,
COPYRIGHT(©) 2022