The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
    The heaven we chase
    Like the June bee
    Before the school-boy
    Invites the race;
    Stoops to an easy clover
Dips—evades—teases—deploys;
    Then to the royal clouds
    Lifts his light pinnace
    Heedless of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
 
    Homesick for steadfast honey,
    Ah! the bee flies not
That brews that rare variety.

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