Ld Laughed out in every look. And they stroked the downy cheek Of the peach, and smoothed it sleek, And flushed it into splendor; And with many an elfish freak, Gave the russet's rust a wipe-- Prankt the rambo with a stripe, And the wine-sap blushed its reddest
As they spanked the pippins ripe. Through the woven ambuscade That the twining vines had made, They found the grapes,
in clusters, Drinking up the shine and shade-- Plumpt like tiny skins of wine, With a vintage so divine That the tongue of fancy tingled With the tang of muscadine. And the golden-banded bees, Droning o'er the flowery
leas, They bridled, reigned, and rode away Across the fragrant breeze, Till in hollow oak and elm They had groomed and stabled
them In waxen stalls oozed with dews Of rose and
lily-stem. Where the dusty highway leads, High above the wayside
weeds They sowed the air with butterflies Like blooming flower-seeds, Till the dull grasshopper sprung Half a man's height up, and hung Tranced in the heat, with whirring wings, And sung and sung and sung! And they loitered,
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