For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee
  Which bore my Love away
    I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave,
      I'le seek him in your eyes.
      - Robert Herrick, Mad Nan's Song

"O bees sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field
  Is shining white with fragrant immortelles,
    Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells."
      - Helen Hunt (Helen Hunt Jackson)