His oriental heresies

His oriental heresies
Exhilarate the Bee,
And filling all the Earth and sky
With gay apostasy

Fatigued at last, a Clover plain
Ensnares his jaded eye
Sweet homestead where the butterfly
Betakes himself to die –

Intoxicated with the peace
Surpassing revelry,
He spends the evening of his days
In blissful revery,

Recounting nectars he has known
And attars that have failed,
And honeys, if his life be spared,
He hungers to attain.