The White Bees

Author: Henry Van Dyke

Robert Browning

How blind the toil that burrows like the mole,
In winding graveyard pathways under-
For Browning’s lineage! What if men have
Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll
Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul?
Nay, for he came of ancestry renowned
Through all the world,—the poets laurel-
With wreaths from which the autumn takes no

The blazons on his coat-of-arms are these:
The flaming sign of Shelley’s heart on fire,
The golden globe of Shakespeare’s human
The staff and scrip of Chaucer’s pilgrimage,
The rose of Dante’s deep, divine desire,
The tragic mask of wise Euripides.


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Chicago: Henry Van Dyke, "Robert Browning," The White Bees, ed. Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in The White Bees (New York: George E. Wood, 1850), Original Sources, accessed July 20, 2024,

MLA: Dyke, Henry Van. "Robert Browning." The White Bees, edited by Keil, Heinrich, 1822-1894, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in The White Bees, New York, George E. Wood, 1850, Original Sources. 20 Jul. 2024.

Harvard: Dyke, HV, 'Robert Browning' in The White Bees, ed. and trans. . cited in 1850, The White Bees, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 20 July 2024, from