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Excerpt from Vesta
Ith the dews of the morning fresh and The blossoming boughs are dripping, And into the depths of each dainty cup That the hands of the twilight folded up, The lips of the bees are dipping: 'hither and thither they sway in the Wind, Beautiful blossoms of every hue, Snowy, and crimson, and Violet-blue Fair as the Orient isles ever knew, Peeping from lichens shrunken and old, With a grace that can never be sung or told, While over their bosoms, brighter than gold.
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