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THE HONEYSUCKLE VINE, by                    
First Line: You twine around the cottage door
Last Line: No friend could ever mete.
Subject(s): Vines & Vineyards


You twine around the cottage door,
Around the arbor-seat;
Your fragrance gives us great delight --
For it's so very sweet.

You feed the lovely butterflies;
Upon you they alight;
The bees take of your sweetness too,
To make their honey right.

Under the arbor where you twine,
Lovers their tales have told.
Many a lonely heart has sighed
For a love that's long grown cold.

Contentedly you grow and twine
Round door and arbor-seat.
Such loyalty and such sweetness
No friend could ever mete.





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