Sonnet Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sonnet

Rating: 4.5


Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee
That goes forth through the summer day and sings,
And gathers honey from all growing things
In garden plot, or on the clover lea.
When the long afternoon grows late, and she
Would seek her hive, she cannot lift her wings,
So heavily the too sweet burden clings,
From which she would not, and yet would, fly free.
So with my full fond heart; for when it tries
To lift itself to peace-crowned heights, above
The common way where countless feet have trod.
Lo! then, this burden of dear human ties,
This growing weight of precious earthly love,
Binds down the spirit that would soar to God.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shaun Cronick 27 April 2020

I always think when reading this dear Ella was taking the mickey a bit with this one. Read between the lines and see if she is deliberately over-dressing the salad.

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* Sunprincess * 20 October 2015

.........beautiful sonnet ★ Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee That goes forth through the summer day and sings, And gathers honey from all growing things

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin
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