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So haste they to cement the tiny pores
That pierce their walls�察�and fill the crevices
With pollen from the flowers�察�and glean and keep
To this same end the glue�察�that binds more fast
Than bird´lime or the pitch from Ida's pines。
Oft too in burrowed holes�察�if fame be true��
They make their cosy subterranean home��
And deeply lodged in hollow rocks are found��
Or in the cavern of an age´hewn tree。
Thou not the less smear round their crannied cribs
With warm smooth mud´coat�察�and strew leaves above��
But near their home let neither yew´tree grow��
Nor reddening crabs be roasted�察�and mistrust
Deep marish´ground and mire with noisome smell��
Or where the hollow rocks sonorous ring��
And the word spoken buffets and rebounds。
What more�拭�When now the golden sun has put
Winter to headlong flight beneath the world��
And oped the doors of heaven with summer ray��
Forthwith they roam the glades and forests o'er��
Rifle the painted flowers�察�or sip the streams��
Light´hovering on the surface。 Hence it is
With some sweet rapture�察�that we know not of��
Their little ones they foster�察�hence with skill
Work out new wax or clinging honey mould。
So when the cage´escaped hosts you see
Float heavenward through the hot clear air�察�until
You marvel at yon dusky cloud that spreads
And lengthens on the wind�察�then mark them well��
For then 'tis ever the fresh springs they seek
And bowery shelter�此�hither must you bring
The savoury sweets I bid�察�and sprinkle them��
Bruised balsam and the wax´flower's lowly weed��
And wake and shake the tinkling cymbals heard
By the great Mother�此�on the anointed spots
Themselves will settle�察�and in wonted wise
Seek of themselves the cradle's inmost depth。
But if to battle they have hied them forth´
For oft 'twixt king and king with uproar dire
Fierce feud arises�察�and at once from far
You may discern what passion sways the mob��
And how their hearts are throbbing for the strife��
Hark� �the hoarse brazen note that warriors know
Chides on the loiterers�察�and the ear may catch
A sound that mocks the war´trump's broken blasts��
Then in hot haste they muster�察�then flash wings��
Sharpen their pointed beaks and knit their thews��
And round the king�察�even to his royal tent��
Throng rallying�察�and with shouts defy the foe。
So�察�when a dry Spring and clear space is given��
Forth from the gates they burst�察�they clash on high��
A din arises�察�they are heaped and rolled
Into one mighty mass�察�and headlong fall��
Not denselier hail through heaven�察�nor pelting so
Rains from the shaken oak its acorn´shower。
Conspicuous by their wings the chiefs themselves
Press through the heart of battle�察�and display
A giant's spirit in each pigmy frame��
Steadfast no inch to yield till these or those
The victor's ponderous arm has turned to flight。
Such fiery passions and such fierce assaults
A little sprinkled dust controls and quells。
And now�察�both leaders from the field recalled��
Who hath the worser seeming�察�do to death��
Lest royal waste wax burdensome�察�but let
His better lord it on the empty throne。
One with gold´burnished flakes will shine like fire��
For twofold are their kinds�察�the nobler he��
Of peerless front and lit with flashing scales��
That other�察�from neglect and squalor foul��
Drags slow a cumbrous belly。 As with kings��
So too with people�察�diverse is their mould��
Some rough and loathly�察�as when the wayfarer
Scapes from a whirl of dust�察�and scorched with heat
Spits forth the dry grit from his parched mouth��
The others shine forth and flash with lightning´gleam��
Their backs all blazoned with bright drops of gold
Symmetric�此�this the likelier breed�察�from these��
When heaven brings round the season�察�thou shalt strain
Sweet honey�察�nor yet so sweet as passing clear��
And mellowing on the tongue the wine´god's fire。
But when the swarms fly aimlessly abroad��
Disport themselves in heaven and spurn their cells��
Leaving the hive unwarmed�察�from such vain play
Must you refrain their volatile desires��
Nor hard the task�此�tear off the monarchs' wings��
While these prove loiterers�察�none beside will dare
Mount heaven�察�or pluck the standards from the camp。
Let gardens with the breath of saffron flowers
Allure them�察�and the lord of Hellespont��
Priapus�察�wielder of the willow´scythe��
Safe in his keeping hold from birds and thieves。
And let the man to whom such cares are dear
Himself bring thyme and pine´trees from the heights��
And strew them in broad belts about their home��
No hand but his the blistering task should ply��
Plant the young slips�察�or shed the genial showers。
And I myself�察�were I not even now
Furling my sails�察�and�察�nigh the journey's end��
Eager to turn my vessel's prow to shore��
Perchance would sing what careful husbandry
Makes the trim garden smile�察�of Paestum too��
Whose roses bloom and fade and bloom again��
How endives glory in the streams they drink��
And green banks in their parsley�察�and how the gourd
Twists through the grass and rounds him to paunch��
Nor of Narcissus had my lips been dumb��
That loiterer of the flowers�察�nor supple´stemmed
Acanthus�察�with the praise of ivies pale��
And myrtles clinging to the shores they love。
For 'neath the shade of tall Oebalia's towers��
Where dark Galaesus laves the yellowing fields��
An old man once I mind me to have seen´
From Corycus he came´ to whom had fallen
Some few poor acres of neglected land��
And they nor fruitful' neath the plodding steer��
Meet for the grazing herd�察�nor good for vines。
Yet he�察�the while his meagre garden´herbs
Among the thorns he planted�察�and all round
White lilies�察�vervains�察�and lean poppy set��
In pride of spirit matched the wealth of kings��
And home returning not till night was late��
With unbought plenty heaped his board on high。
He was the first to cull the rose in spring��
He the ripe fruits in autumn�察�and ere yet
Winter had ceased in sullen ire to rive
The rocks with frost�察�and with her icy bit
Curb in the running waters�察�there was he
Plucking the rathe faint hyacinth�察�while he chid
Summer's slow footsteps and the lagging West。
Therefore he too with earliest brooding bees
And their full swarms o'erflowed�察�and first was he
To press the bubbling honey from the comb��
Lime´trees were his�察�and many a branching pine��
And all the fruits wherewith in early bloom
The orchard´tree had clothed her�察�in full tale
Hung there�察�by mellowing autumn perfected。
He too transplanted tall´grown elms a´row��
Time´toughened pear�察�thorns bursting with the plum
And plane now yielding serviceable shade
For dry lips to drink under�此�but these things��
Shut off by rigorous limits�察�I pass by��
And leave for others to sing after me。
Come�察�then�察�I will unfold the natural powers
Great Jove himself upon the bees bestowed��
The boon for which�察�led by the shrill sweet strains
Of the Curetes and their clashing brass��
They fed the King of heaven in Dicte's cave。
Alone of all things they receive and hold
Community of offspring�察�and they house
Together in one city�察�and beneath
The shelter of majestic laws they live��
And they alone fixed home and country know��
And in the summer�察�warned of coming cold��
Make proof of toil�察�and for the general store
Hoard up their gathered harvesting。 For some
Watch o'er the victualling of the hive�察�and these
By settled order ply their tasks afield��
And some within the confines of their home
Plant firm the comb's first layer�察�Narcissus' tear��
And sticky gum oozed from the bark of trees��
Then set the clinging wax to hang therefrom。
Others the while lead forth the full´grown young��
Their country's hope�察�and others press and pack
The thrice repured honey�察�and stretch their cells
To bursting with the clear´strained nectar sweet。
Some�察�too�察�the wardship of the gates befalls��
Who watch in turn for showers and cloudy skies��
Or ease returning labourers of their load��
Or form a band and from their precincts drive
The drones�察�a lazy herd。 How glows the work��
How sweet the honey smells of perfumed thyme
Like the Cyclopes�察�when in haste they forge
From the slow´yielding ore the thunderbolts��
Some from the bull's´hide bellows in and out
Let the blasts drive�察�some dip i' the water´trough
The sputtering metal�此�with the anvil's weight
Groans Etna�此�they alternately in time
With giant strength uplift their sinewy arms��
Or twist the iron with the forceps' grip´
Not otherwise�察�to measure small with great��
The love of getting planted in their breasts
Goads on the bees�察�that haunt old Cecrops' heights��
Each in his sphere to labour。 The old have charge
To keep the town�察�and build the walled combs��
And mould the cunning chambers�察�but the youth��
Their tired legs packed with thyme�察�come labouring home
Belated�察�for afar they range to feed
On arbutes and the grey´green willow´leaves��
And cassia and the crocus blushing red��
Glue´yielding limes�察�and hyacinths dusky´eyed。
One hour for rest have all�察�and one for toil��
With dawn they hurry from the gates´ no room
For loiterers there�此�and once again�察�when even
Now bids them quit their pasturing on the plain��
Then homeward make they�察�then refresh their strength��
A hum arises�此�hark� �they buzz and buzz
About the doors and threshold�察�till at length
Safe laid to rest they hush them for the night��
And welcome slumber laps their weary limbs。
But from the homestead not too far they fare��
When showers hang like to fall�察�nor�察�east winds nigh��
Confide in heaven�察�but 'neath the city walls
Safe´circling fetch them water�察�or essay
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