Heliodora

Why dost thou touch, O flower-fed bee,
Heliodora's skin,
When open buds are asking thee
To make thy home within ?

What parable art murmuring ? —
That Eros makes man whole,
And turns the poison of his sting
To sweetness in the soul ?

Is this your message, silly bee ?
A dreamer takes it so.
Then home again ! Don't trouble me !
I knew it long ago.