Poems (Becker)/A Song (The revelling bee)

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A SONG.
THE revelling bee,
 In the apple-tree,
Flitteth from flower to flower;
  I envy the bee,
  His revelling free,
New loves for every hour;
  But were I the bee
  I would fly to thee,
Swift through the perfumed air;
  From no other lip
  My honey I 'd sip,
Bloom the roses never so fair,
So fair—
Bloom the roses never so fair.


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