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Figure 27. 



A MORE ANCIENT MARINER. 



The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, 



A burly velveted rover, 



Who loves the boomiifig wind in his ear 



As he sails the seas of clover. 



A waif of the goblin pirate crew, 

 With not a soul to deplore him. 

 He steers for the open verge of blue 

 With the filmy world before him. 



His flimsy sails are abroad on the wind 

 Are shivered with fairy thunder; 

 On a line that sings to the light of his wings 

 He makes for the land of wonder. 



He harries the ports of the Hollyhocks, 

 And levies on poor Sweetbrler; 

 He drinks the whitest wine of Phlox, 

 And the Rose is his greatest desire. 



