The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized.

Emily Dickinson

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
     The heaven we chase
     Like the June bee
     Before the school-boy
     Invites the race;
     Stoops to an easy clover
Dips--evades--teases--deploys;
     Then to the royal clouds
     Lifts his light pinnace
     Heedless of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.

     Homesick for steadfast honey,
     Ah! the bee flies not
That brews that rare variety. 

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