ART MAY BE RED BUT DOES IT FLY

SAINTS with LIONS

SILVER SPIKES

The fat earth feed thy branchy root That under deeply strikes The northern morning o’er thee shoot High up, in silver spikes TENNYSON 1842

SILENCE

Lulled by note of bird and bee Or lulled by noontide’s silence deep I need but nestle down beneath my tree And drop asleep CHRISTINA ROSSETTI 1876

H I V E

As bees in spring time when the sun with taurus rides pour forth their populous youth about the hive MILTON 1667