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