Here you will find thePoemHornetsof poet Padraic Colum
How strangely like a churchyard skull The thing that's there amongst the leaves! A Hornets' nest; but stir the branch And they'll be round your head and ears! So wary ana so weaponed, How do they not possess the wold? Their lives a watch, their act a doom, Of their own terrors they must die! Livid, uneyed, articulate, How like a skull their nest they make!
