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 While we that surfeit, nap, as calyx'd bées, Who murmurs, still pursuing imageries &hellip; « Like Jewish candelabras ». (relight mine!)

Rising as to welcome a newcomer The flute pipes to the first eve of the summer —Nocturnal nature moves to minor bars—

A golden crescent in a druid's tree Reminds her that the forest has a key —And out she goes to serenade the stars!