Nature
Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I
From Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age, ed. A. H. Bullen (London: Nimmo, 1889)
Nature
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry;
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
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MLA
Shakespeare, William. “Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/shakespeare/215/.
Chicago
Shakespeare, William. “Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/shakespeare/215/.
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