The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. br The heaven we chase br Like the June bee br Before the school-boy br Invites the race; br Stoops to an easy clover br Dips--evades--teases--deploys; br Then to the royal clouds br Lifts his light pinnace br Heedless of the boy br Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky. br br Homesick for steadfast honey, br Ah! the bee flies not br That brews that rare variety.