J. T. Burton Wollaston

“ Yet the wind still sighed in the scented boughs,
And the bees were in the branches yet.
Since then, I have wondered many a time
If I really stood on that day in June,
And heard the bees in the fragrant lime,
With the soughing wind and my heart in tune.
Perhaps 'twas a dream, and the dreamer I!
And dreams are fickle, as all men know! ”