Long the old familiar ways, Laughing at the drowsy bee Waken'd by your sorcery, With his love-songs humming over Yon late bit of faded clover, — (Mean of you to treat him so !) Just as if we didn't know You are Summer, come again Over field and wood...
An Old Fly Book and Other Stuff - Page 125
by John Warren Harper - 1912 - 154 pages
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