I fear’d the fury of my wind
Would blight all blossoms fair & true,
And my sun it shin’d & shin’d,
And my wind it never blew.
But a blossom fair or true
Was not found on any tree;
For all blossoms grew & grew
Fruitless, false, tho’ fair to see.
the last two blossoms on the mountain,
bump petals on a common stem.
Merry, Merry Sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Sees you swift as arrow
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my Bosom.
Pretty, Pretty Robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, Pretty Robin,
Near my bosom.
ring of blossoms
around the tree trunk:
still, as shadows creep.
roadside tree
shakes with each passing truck,
but no blooms fall.
spherical blooms,
arrayed like planets,
bees zip through.
Jacarandas bloom:
thousands of miles from home,
but no less purple.
among Spring flowers,
bees swarm one yellow plant
that doesn't look special.
Come slowly -- Eden!
Lips unused to Thee --
Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines --
As the fainting Bee --
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums --
Counts his nectars --
Enters -- and is lost in Balms.
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