Lyrical Poems
208. THE PRESENT; OR, THE BAG OF THE BEE:

Robert Her

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Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,

And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;

When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,

Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;

If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,

Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.

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