Oct 182014
 
A bee drones in the cowslip 
Not more happily than I,
Who into your honey mouth has slipped
And let the hours by.

Long I thought that blue most true
Of saddened evening skies,
Till you winked ope' horizons new
In azures of your eyes.

Now I wing to courts of love
And press my buzzing case
Bow by bow before the purple judge
Who whirls me by the waist.


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