The level meadow grass was in the swath;
The hedge briar rose hung right across the path,
White over with its flowers–the grass that lay
Bleaching beneath the twittering heat to hay
Smelt so deliciously, the puzzled bee
Went wondering where the honey sweets could be;
And passer-bye along the level rows
Stoopt down and whipt a bit beneath his nose.

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