Day, Farewelling -bee, moth, dragonfly
Tell me, child, besides
Whose light your play lent
A rule, wise as twas benign-bent
Should we not farewell?
That drone, cello-like
Deeper noon's, which hour.
Whose own world of, in its honour
Insects', heard to swell.
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