In the gentle June light
Of late afternoon
Like a dog I
stretched out
Amidst the clover’s
first bloom
On a carpet thicker and richer in hope
Than any summer afternoon still to come
And there adrift on that sea of clover
I savored a foretaste of honey
I savored a foretaste of honey
Sweeter than honey itself
Sharing the bumblebee's virgin berth
Sharing the bumblebee's virgin berth
On a voyage just begun
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| Adrift on the sea of clover |
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