The Wasp
When the ripe pears droop heavily,
The yellow wasp hums loud and long
His hot and drowsy autumn song:
A yellow flame he seems to be,
When darting suddenly from high
He lights where fallen peaches lie.
Yellow and black—this tiny thing's
A tiger-soul on elfin wings.
The yellow wasp hums loud and long
His hot and drowsy autumn song:
A yellow flame he seems to be,
When darting suddenly from high
He lights where fallen peaches lie.
Yellow and black—this tiny thing's
A tiger-soul on elfin wings.
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