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Not honey, / not the plunder of the bee / from meadow or sand-flower / or mountain bush; / from winter-flower or shoot / born of the later heat: / not honey, not the sweet / stain on the lips and teeth: / not honey, not the deep / plunge of soft belly / and the clinging of the gold-edged / pollen-dusted feet.
Not so -- / though rapture blind my eyes, / and hunger crisp / dark and inert my mouth, / not honey, not the south, / not the tall stalk / of red twin-lilies, / nor light branch of fruit tree / caught in flexible light branch.