THE SAL VIA 



Honey-throated flower of blue, 

 Drenched with starshine and the dew, 

 Like God's mercies you are new, 

 Every morn to me. 



Let your minty fragrance flow, 

 On the gentle winds that go 

 Where the sweet wild gardens blow, 

 Out in the meadow fields. 



I have seen the bumblebee 

 Clinging on this flower tree, 

 Swinging slow in sleepy glee, 

 On a summer's day. 



Could I clasp such cups of blue, 

 Feasting full on honeyed dew, 

 Then were I as glad as you, 

 Far-flying bumblebee. 



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