Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
Read 'Like trains of cars on tracks of plush' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush by Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
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