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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419555" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wild Bees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These children of the sun which summer brings<br>As pastoral minstrels in her merry train<br>Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings<br>And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.<br>The white-nosed bee that bores its little hole<br>In mortared walls and pipes its symphonies,<br>And never absent couzen, black as coal,<br>That Indian-like bepaints its little thighs,<br>With white and red bedight for holiday,<br>Right earlily a-morn do pipe and play<br>And with their legs stroke slumber from their eyes.<br>And aye so fond they of their singing seem<br>That in their holes abed at close of day<br>They still keep piping in their honey dreams,<br>And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe<br>Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods<br>Where tawny white and red flush clover buds<br>Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,<br>Shed dainty perfumes and give honey food<br>To these sweet poets of the summer fields;<br>Me much delighting as I stroll along<br>The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,<br>Catching the windings of their wandering song.<br>The black and yellow bumble first on wing<br>To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,<br>Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring<br>Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;<br>And one that may for wiser piper pass,<br>In livery dress half sables and half red,<br>Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass<br>And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;<br>And russet commoner who knows the face<br>Of every blossom that the meadow brings,<br>Starting the traveller to a quicker pace<br>By threatening round his head in many rings:<br>These sweeten summer in their happy glee<br>By giving for her honey melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q>
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As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
The white-nosed bee that bores its little hole
In mortared walls and pipes its symp..."></div>
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