Tell it to the bees, lest they <br />Umbrage take and fly away, <br />That the dearest boy is dead, <br />Who went singing, blithe and dear, <br />By the golden hives last year. <br />Curly-head, ah, curly-head! <br /> <br />Tell them that the summer's over, <br />Over mignonette and clover; <br />Oh, speak low and very low! <br />Say that he was blithe and bonny, <br />Good as gold and sweet as honey, <br />All too late the roses blow! <br /> <br />Say he will not come again, <br />Not in any sun or rain, <br />Heart's delight, ah, heart's delight! <br />Tell them that the boy they knew <br />Sleeps out under rain and dew <br />In the night, ah, in the night!<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/telling-the-bees-for-edward-tennant/
