So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing. So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see, so blithe and gay the humming-bird a-going from flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.
[ Footnote: ] Much still remains to be learned about his sex life because the Hummingbird is quicker than the eye.
Across the downs a Hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the Hummingbird equal seekers of sweetness
And the humming-bird that hung Like a jewel up among The tilted honeysuckle horns They mesmerized and swung In the palpitating air, Drowsed with odors strange and rare, And, with whispered laughter, slipped away And left him hanging there.james whitcomb riley