Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee —
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry —

Withstands until the sweet Assault
Their Chivalry consumes —
While He, victorious tilts away
To vanquish other Blooms.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush

1 Comment

  1. John Doe says:

    ther are actually two more stanzas to this poem they go like this…

    His feet are shod with gauze,
    His helmet is of gold;
    His breast, a single onyx
    With chrysoprase, inlaid.

    His labor is a chant,
    His idleness a tune;
    Oh, for a bee’s experience
    Of clovers and of noon!

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