The Pedigree of Honey Does not concern the Beeö A Clover, any time, to him, Is Aristocracyö

-Dickinson, Emily Elizabeth
c.1884  Complete Poems, no.1627 (first published1890).

This is the voice of high midsummer's heat. The rasping vibrant clamour soars and shrills O'er all the meadowy range of shadeless hills, As if a host of giant cicadae beat The cymbals of their wings with tireless feet, Or brazen grasshoppers with triumphing note From the long swath proclaimed the fate that smote The clover and timothy-tops and meadowsweet.

-Roberts, Sir Charles George Douglas
  'The Mowing'.