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OUT of the house where the slumberer lay / Grandfather came one summer day, / And under the pleasant orchard trees / He spake this wise to the murmuring bees: / "The clover-bloom that kissed her feet / And the posie-bed where she used to play / Have honey store, but none so sweet / As ere our little one went away.
O bees, sing soft, and, bees, sing low; / For she is gone who loved you so."