Allegory of the Bees

Affectless drones, observing the wild dance

Of honey-drudgers, smile with condescension

At the ecstatic mass’s naive notion

That waggled steps can measure a straight course

To hidden nectar, or unplotted land

Be spanned and mapped by buzzing blurring signs,

While honey-drudgers leave in steady lines,

Tracking the legend to its honeyed source.