When from the ending of my weary days
Into the depths of my sleep rush soon,
Such sweet and sour dreams of you.
What are these sugared dreams,
To lure bees humming hungry with lyrics
Buzzing quick past my window sill?

Have they from my many thousand thoughts,
Stolen the strange sour sweetness
Of the ever blossomy you.
Our flavors fused in a thousand fancies,
A spicy meld of mind teasing knots,  
in which we are most willingly bound as two?

What sharp tasting tunes, quick with pain,
Do the bees buzz out and back again.
How they tease each mornings wake
To hear their hungry music in my brain!
My day’s tastes have trouble for your sake,
As I find myself constantly hungry for you