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WILD-ROSES by WILLIAM SHARP

First Line: AGAINST THE DIM HOT SUMMER BLUE
Last Line: AND BROWN BEES DRONE THEIR HONEY-CALL.
Subject(s): BEES; FLOWERS; INSECTS; ROSES; SUMMER; BEEKEEPING; BUGS;
Against the dim hot summer blue
Yon wave of white wild-roses lies,
Watching with listless golden eyes
The green leaves shutting out their view,
The tiny leaves whose motions bright
Are like small wings of emerald light:

White butterflies like snow-flakes fall
And brown bees drone their honey-call.



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