Song
Said the Bee to the Lion
‘My life is a gold prayer’
Said the laughing Sun
‘My life is the gold air’
Said the Lion to the Bee
‘My life is that of the sun;
in hot gold,
I rage through the gold air’
But I who have known the weight of the August air
And the gold heat in the heart
Am like a bright small star in a starry sky
Bright to myself only.