Yet hark, how through the peopled air The busy murmur glows! The insect-youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honied spring And float amid the liquid noon: Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gayly-gilded trim Quick-glancing to the sun.

The Complete Poetical Works of Gray, Beattie, Blair, Collins, Thomson, and Kirke White - Ode on the Spring