Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee
That goes forth through the summer day and sings,
And gathers honey from all growing things
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.........beautiful sonnet ★ Methinks ofttimes my heart is like some bee That goes forth through the summer day and sings, And gathers honey from all growing things
I always think when reading this dear Ella was taking the mickey a bit with this one. Read between the lines and see if she is deliberately over-dressing the salad.