Romance As Ants Poem by Daniel Artemas Harmon

How sweet the romance
of ants,
how voluptuous their queen,
so clean,
so formically laved
by slaves,
hygienic and neutral guards,
wards
and workmen of the state,
O antic fate!

If you, with six legs,
laid eggs
persistently to hatch
a batch
of anxious, eager ants,
perchance
you, too, would choose
your crews
of breeders well,
by smell,
and voluptuously prance
and dance.