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The Hummingbird

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.

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