Ella Wheeler Wilcox

(5 November 1850 - 30 October 1919 / Johnstown Center / Rock County / Wisconsin)

Sonnet - Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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.


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  • * Sunprincess * (10/20/2015 10:56:00 PM)

    .........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 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010



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