The night we took the bees out to the heather,
The sealed hives stacked behind us, as together
We rode in the jingly jolting cart, were humming
Like the far-murmuring rumour of blown branches.

White in the moon-flame was the flowering heather,
And white the sandy trackway as together
We travelled, and a dewy scent of honey
Hung in the warm, white, windless air of midnight.

A silvery trackway through moon-silvered heather,
To the humming dark of the hives we'll ride together
For evermore through murmurous dewy midnight,
My heart a hive of honey-scented moonlight.