“Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, my honey-making bees,
They left the musk, and the marigolds and the scented faint sweet-peas;
They gather’d in a darkening cloud, and sway’d, and rose to fly;
A blackness on the summer blue, they swept across the sky.
Gaunt and ghastly with gaping wounds—(my soldier son, alas)!
Footsore and faint, the messenger came halting through the grass.
The wind went by and shook the leaves—the mint-stalk shed its flower—
And I miss’d the murmuring round the hives, and my boding heart beat slower.
His soul we cheer’d with meat and wine;
With women’s craft and balsam fine
We bath’d his hurts, and bound them soft,
While west the wind played through the croft,
And the low sun dyed the pinks blood red,
And, straying near the mint-flower shed,
A wild bee wanton’d o’er the bed.”
From “The Bees of Myddelton Manor”, by May Probyn, found at http://bartelby.org/246/1002.html
Bee Lore 
Hi Lorne,
We appear to be running similar websites and I just wanted to say hi. I have been running http://www.beelore.co.uk for a number of years now. My main purpose is to attempt to gather, archive and disseminate folkloric and mythological traditions, stories, rememberances etc regarding bees. Please feel free to wander the site and use anything that takes your fancy. I don’t have much time to keep updating it and tend to do so in bursts when I get the chance but I’m more than happy to share any information I get to try to keep this fascinating subject alive for future generations. Yo can contact me at bee.lore@virgin.net I’m currently trying to gather any accounts of swarms of bees at beekeepers funerals (preferably first hand) and wondered if you had ever heard any? Its also great to find another site that mentions Tanging Quoits!!
And now I finally know where beelore.com went!
All the best Chris Walton