916 <br /> <br />His Feet are shod with Gauze— <br />His Helmet, is of Gold, <br />His Breast, a Single Onyx <br />With Chrysophrase, inlaid. <br /> <br />His Labor is a Chant— <br />His Idleness—a Tune— <br />Oh, for a Bee's experience <br />Of Clovers, and of Noon!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-feet-are-shod-with-gauze/
