Transmutation
Your flaming fragrant lips
I wisely chose,
A roving bee that trails
The sweetest rose.
Gone is the fervid spring,
Our trysting time;
Out of that scented hour,
This honeyed rhyme!
I wisely chose,
A roving bee that trails
The sweetest rose.
Gone is the fervid spring,
Our trysting time;
Out of that scented hour,
This honeyed rhyme!
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