A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.

Honey is sweet! but the bee stings

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?