At Heavenly Bower thine

WhenceThou come
With Your flowers,
Smelling so much of You,
I try to be,
Your Love ,
Mon amour,

Your love ,
How,
Look, feel,
In pollens fragrant me
Killed,

How i
Have turned
Bee,
Without
Stings,

Only painless numb
How my pen for thou write
Songs of Our Birth,
Our blooming,

In Summerly Spring.

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