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EROS.
Within a forest as I strayed,
Far down a sombre autumn glade,
I found the god of love;
His bow and arrows cast aside,
His lovely arms extended wide,
A depth of leaves above,
Beneath o'erarching boughs he made
A place for sleep in russet shade.
Far down a sombre autumn glade,
I found the god of love;
His bow and arrows cast aside,
His lovely arms extended wide,
A depth of leaves above,
Beneath o'erarching boughs he made
A place for sleep in russet shade.
His lips, more red than any rose,
Were like a flower that overflows
With honey pure and sweet;
And, clustering round that holy mouth,
The golden bees in eager drouth
Plied busy wings and feet;
They knew, as every lover knows,
There's no such honey-bloom that blows.
Were like a flower that overflows
With honey pure and sweet;
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The golden bees in eager drouth
Plied busy wings and feet;
They knew, as every lover knows,
There's no such honey-bloom that blows.
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