The nearest Dream recedesunrealized
The Heaven we chase,
Like the June Beebefore the School Boy,
Invites the Race
Stoopsto an easy Clover
Dipsevadesteasesdeploys
Thento the Royal Clouds
Lifts his light Pinnace
Heedless of the Boy
Staringbewilderedat the mocking sky
Homesick for steadfast Honey
Ah, the Bee flies not
That brews that rare variety!
The nearest Dream recedesunrealized
written by Emily Dickinson
© Emily Dickinson