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/ I. When the poppies, with their shields, / Sentinel / Forest and the harvest fields, / In the bell / Of a blossom, fair to see, / There I stall the bumble-bee, / My good stud; / There I stable him and hold, / Harness him with hairy gold; / There I ease his burly back / Of the honey and its sack / Gathered from each bud.
/ II. Where the glow-worm lights its lamp, / There I lie; / Where, above the grasses damp, / Moths go by; / Now within the fussy brook, / Where the waters wind and crook / Round the rocks, / I go sailing down the gloom / Straddling on a wisp of broom; / Or, beneath the owlet moon, / Trip it to the cricket's tune / Tossing back my locks.