The Humming-Bird.
by John Banister Tabb
A flash of harmless lightning,
A mist of rainbow dyes,
The burnished sunbeams brightening,
From flower to flower he flies:
While wakes the nodding blossom,
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her nectary.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston