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 perfumeCrowds 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. 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.
 Apr 22
Reel 01, Image 1038
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