Pain In Pleasure
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mi,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoig, I desired the art
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart
Could lure those i swarms fre-trees
That I might hive with me such thoughts and please
My soul so, always. foolish terpart
Of a weak mans vain wishes ! While I spoke,
The thought I called a flrew le-rough
The thoughts, called bees, stuo festering:
Oh, eain (cried Reason as she woke)
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting !
Elizabeth Barrett Browning