Bees and yarn …

… Forgotten Poems #46: "The Bee," by Anne Lynch Botta.

This poem does the classic volta or "turn" that sonnets do in the 9th line, explaining what that bee simile is about: finding the "hidden sweet" in the "varied human flowers we meet," even the worst ones. I think the point of the final lines ("like the bee, if home the spoil we bear, / Hived in our hearts it turns to nectar there") is that we should try to see and appreciate the good in everyone, or that we can learn something even from people we can't stand, or, probably, both of those things.