• Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.

    Jean Ingelow: Crowds of bees are giddy with clover 
 Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, 
 Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, 
 Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
    Jean Ingelow (1874). “The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow”, p.1