Dell

Someone called Mr Dell is waiting for you in your office, Mrs Stevens.

This spring was in a dell, and the furze, brambles, junipers and thistles around it were so thick, that a real wolf might easily have chosen the spot as a lurking place.

As bees in early summer swarm apace / through flowery fields, when forth from dale and dell / they lead the full-grown offspring of the race, / or with the liquid honey store each cell, / and make the teeming hive with nectarous sweets to swell. / These ease the comers of their loads, those drive / the drones afar. The busy work each plies, / and sweet with thyme and honey smells the hive.

Ziri is from Dell.

To this day they dwell In a lonely dell.

In dells and dales, conceal'd from human sight.

Sweet doxies and dells