High up in the topmost branches, wonderful, Loud humming carried across the liquid air, And, pendant from the leafy laurel boughs, [90]Hanging with feet entwined, a swarm of bees! A prophet, seeing them, cried out at once, “There is a stranger coming, and with him many Others swarming from where it is he comes from, Seeking the place he comes to, and will reign High up among the towers of this town.”
