Maxioms by James Whitcomb Riley
O'er folded blooms
On swirls of musk,
The beetle booms adown the glooms
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O'er folded blooms
On swirls of musk,
The beetle booms adown the glooms
And bumps along the dusk.
And the humming-bird that hung
Like a jewel up among
The tilted honeysuckle horns
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And the humming-bird that hung
Like a jewel up among
The tilted honeysuckle horns
They mesmerized and swung
In the palpitating air,
Drowsed with odors strange and rare.
And, with whispered laughter, slipped away
And let him hanging there.
