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...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee, oft amid thy store ? Sometimes,...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep Drowsy with fume of poppies,...

...will never cease, For summer hath o'erhrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

...will never cease, For summer hath o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amidst thy store ! Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft 1 if ted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy celU Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-liftdd by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep. Drowsed with the fume...

...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind : Or, on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks ahroad may find Thee sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted hy the winnowing...