What The Bee Is To The Floweret

by Thomas Moore

HE.

What the bee is to the floweret,
When he looks for honey-dew,
Through the leaves that close embow'r it,
That, my love, I'll be to you.

SHE.

What the bank with verdure glowing
Is to waves that wander near,
Whisp'ring kisses, while they're going,
That I'll be to you, my dear!

DUETTO.

What the bank with verdure glowing,
Is to waves that wander near,
Whisp'ring kisses, while they're going,
That I'll be to you, my dear.

SHE.

But, they say, the bee's a rover,
That he'll fly when sweets are gone;
And, when once the kiss is over,
Faithless brooks will wander on.

HE.

Nay, if flowers will lose their looks,
If sunny banks will wear away,
Tis but right that bees and brooks
Should sip and kiss them while they may.