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UNDER THE LOCUSTS.
O listen to the bees,
Weaving their honeyed harmonies,
In the white bloom of the locust-trees!
Weaving their honeyed harmonies,
In the white bloom of the locust-trees!
O faint, and soft, and slow,
Come the delicious winds that blow
Through the sweet drifts of Summer snow!
Come the delicious winds that blow
Through the sweet drifts of Summer snow!
I sit with closed eyes:
Dimly the golden dreams arise,
All my soul in warm languor lies.
Dimly the golden dreams arise,
All my soul in warm languor lies.
O swoon, enchanted brain!
Heart, why shouldst thou ever beat again?
Death is delight, and life is pain.
Heart, why shouldst thou ever beat again?
Death is delight, and life is pain.
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