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8 On hanging cobwebs shown the dew, And think the wayside clovers grew; The feeding bee had much to do, So fast did honey-drops
exude: She sucked and mu illegible , was gone, And lit on other blooms anon, illegible I learned a lesson on the course sense
of quietude Ex from Divided ? An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of fox glove, yellow of broom; We two among them
walking together, illegible out honey, treading perfume Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, Crowds of grasshoppers skip
at our feet, Crowds of larks at their nations hang over, Thanking the lord for a life so sweet. 9 From Songs of Seven
Seven times one There's no dew left on the daises clover There's no rain left in heaven; I've said my seven times over over,
Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old I can write a letter, My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they
know no better; They are only one times one. O moon I in the night I have seen you sailing, And shining so round and low;
You were bright Ah bright but your light is failing You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong
in heaven That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.