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Mischief

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to a bee

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O bee!

While I believed you gathering in the sun

Nectar so busily,

What have you done?

My violet,

More white than well bleached linen, you have kissed:

Her white she must forget

In amethyst.

See, see,

How you have meddled with the snowy clover,

Making her ivory

Blush like a lover!

My primroses,

That gave a greenish, pale moonshine,

O mischief-making bees!

Are red as wine.

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