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MAY.
BY A POET IN CLOVER.
Hebe's here, May is here!
The air is fresh and sunny;
And the fairy bees are busy
Making golden honey!
The air is fresh and sunny;
And the fairy bees are busy
Making golden honey!
See the knots of butter-cups,
And the double pansies—
Thick as these, within my brain,
Grow the quaintest fancies!
And the double pansies—
Thick as these, within my brain,
Grow the quaintest fancies!
Let me write my songs to-day,
Rhymes with dulcet closes—
Tiny epics one might hide
In the hearts of roses!
Rhymes with dulcet closes—
Tiny epics one might hide
In the hearts of roses!
What's the use of halcyon May,
Of air so fresh and sunny,
If such a busy bee as I
Can't make golden honey?
Of air so fresh and sunny,
If such a busy bee as I
Can't make golden honey?
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