The Humming-Bird
A flash of harmless lightning,
A mist of rainbow dyes,
The burnished sunbeams brightening,
From flower to flower he flies:
While wakes the nodding blossom,
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her nectary.
A mist of rainbow dyes,
The burnished sunbeams brightening,
From flower to flower he flies:
While wakes the nodding blossom,
But just too late to see
What lip hath touched her bosom
And drained her nectary.
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