The beams in blossom with their spots of jet
Smelt sweet as gardens wheresoever met;
The level meadow gra** was in the swath;
The hedge briar rose hung right across the path,
White over with its flowers--the gra** that lay
Bleaching beneath the twittering heat to hay
Smelt so deliciously, the puzzled bee
Went wondering where the honey sweets could be;
And pa**er-bye along the level rows
Stoopt down and whipt a bit beneath his nose.