His Feet Are Shod With Gauze lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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!