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THE WOODPECKER. |
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{Opening of 2d Stanza :)
It was noon, and on flowers that languished around, In silence reposed the voluptuous bee; Every leaf, &c. |
(Last Stanza:)
By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sighed upon innocent lips, Which had never been sighed on by any but mine. |
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