D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.
4. Flapper
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As a field-bee, black and amber,
Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamber
Up the warm grass where the sunbeams start.
And a glint of coloured iris brings
Such as lies along the folded wings
Of the bee before he flies.
Has opened the wings of the wild young sprite?
Has fluttered her spirit to stumbling flight
In her eyes, as a young bee stumbleth?
The hum of his heavy, staggering wings
Sets quivering with wisdom the common things
That she says, and her words rejoice.