 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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THE HUMMING-BIRD.
A flash of harmless lightning,
A mist of rainbow dyes,
The burnished sunbeams brightening,
From flower to flower he flies:
A mist of rainbow dyes,
The burnished sunbeams brightening,
From flower to flower he flies:
While wakes the nodding blossom,
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her nectary.
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her nectary.
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