The beeJ. PhilipsHis Feet are shod with Gauze -His Helmet, is of Gold,His Breast, a single OnyxWith Chrysophras, inlaid.His Labor is a Chant -His Idleness - a Tune -Oh, for a Bee's experienceOf Clovers, and of Noon!
← LibraryJ. Philips · songThe beeSong 8 of 12lyrics: Emily DickinsonAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe beelyrics: Emily DickinsonHishˈɪzFeetfˈiːtareə(ɹ)shodʃˈɒdwithwˈɪðGauzeɡˈɔːz-HishˈɪzHelmethˈɛlmɪt,isˈɪzofˈɒvGoldɡˈəʊld,HishˈɪzBreastbɹˈɛst,aeɪ̯singlesˈɪŋɡəlOnyxˈɒnɪksWithwˈɪðChrysophras,inlaidˈɪnleɪd.HishˈɪzLaborlˈeɪbɐisˈɪzaeɪ̯Chanttʃˈɑːnt-HishˈɪzIdlenessˈaɪdəlnəs-aeɪ̯Tunetjˈuːn-Ohˈəʊ,forfˈɔːaeɪ̯Beebˈiː'sexperienceɛkspˈiəɹɪənsOfˈɒvCloversklˈəʊvəz,andˈændofˈɒvNoonnˈuːn!