Following a Bee

Of primrose boys

April has many;

He seems as fond

Of them as any;

He shows the world

Those boys in gold.

But violets are

His girls, whom he

Shuts up in some

Green nunnery:

So does he prove

His deepest love.

April, a girl

Of yours is found;

High walls of grass

Hemmed her around:

April, forgive me-

I followed a bee.