“And pray, who are you?" Said the Violet blue To the Bee, with surprise, At his wonderful size, In her eyeglass of dew. "I, madam," quoth he, "Am a publican Bee, Collecting the tax Of honey and wax. Have you nothing for me?” SaidWonderfulPrayingTaxesSummerBlueSurpriseSizeHoneyBeesVioletCollectingJulyDewEyeglasses Author:John B. Tabb
“In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue; To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faith-the fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen.” FaithStarsWaitingLonelinessFlowerPromiseEvidenceBlueCloudsBreatheSeedsDespiteReverenceUnseenDewFeeling Lonely Author:John B. Tabb
