| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1253. Telling the Bees |
| | | By Lizette Woodworth Reese |
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| BATHSHEBA came out to the sun, | |
| Out to our wallëd cherry-trees; | |
| The tears adown her cheek did run, | |
| Bathsheba standing in the sun, | |
| Telling the bees. | 5 |
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| My mother had that moment died; | |
| Unknowing, sped I to the trees, | |
| And plucked Bathsheba’s hand aside; | |
| Then caught the name that there she cried | |
| Telling the bees. | 10 |
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| Her look I never can forget, | |
| I that held sobbing to her knees; | |
| The cherry-boughs above us met; | |
| I think I see Bathsheba yet | |
| Telling the bees. | 15 |
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