...honey bees have stor'd The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,...Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, Like a dinvpicture of the drowned past In the hush'd mind's mysterious far away, Doubtful what ghostly thing...

...honey bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,...of the drowned past In the hush'd mind's mysterious far-away, Doubtful what ghostly thing will steal the last Into that distance, gray upon the gray. O...

...accomplished hoard, The ants have brimmed their garners with ripe grain, And honey bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells; The...the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the withered world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past In the hushed mind's mysterious...

...And honey bees have stor'd The sweets of summer in their luscious cells; The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And sighs her tearful spells Among the sunless shadows of the plain. There should be no great difficulty in realising that the notion...

...honey-bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells; The swallows all have winged actoss the main; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells, And...the last leaves for a love-rosary, Whilst all the withered world looks dreatily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past In the hushed mind's mystetious...

...And honey bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells; The swallows all have wing'd across the main; But here the autumn Melancholy dwells,...mossy stone, She sits and reckons up the dead and gone [-] (Quiller-Couch, ed. 1939/1984: 770 f., emphasis mine) One could argue that line 33 "And honey bees...

...honey bees have stored The sweets of Summer in their luscious cells ; The swallows all have wing'd across the main ; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,...reckons up the dead and gone With the last leaves for a love -rosary, Whilst all the wither'd world looks drearily, Like a dim picture of the drowned past...