There wouldn't be sunflowers
Wouldn't be peas.
Wouldn't be apples
On apple trees,
If it weren't for fuzzy old.
Buzzy old bees
Dusting pollen
From off their kees.
by Patience Worth
Swing, ye ages! Swing, ye tides!
Like webs upon eternities.
Turn, oh Earth,
Turn upon thy changeful path!
Leave Sorrow wet thy sides of tears.
Leave her dimmed eyes
To bury them upon thy breast,