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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEEP IN THE NOSEGAY, by MAX DAUTHENDEY
First Line: Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine
Last Line: Like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare.
First Line: Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine
Last Line: Like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare.
Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine,
clouds are scarlet lupins—clover incarnadine,
and the green fields and trees engird it like a frieze.
And lightly swung above the golden sky
floats the moon's scythe, a silver dragon-fly.
But folk move slowly, sunken in the nosegay's flare,
like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare.
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