Where the Bee Sucks

Poem

by William Shakespeare

Volume: 10 | Page: 274

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HERE the bee sucks, there suck I: WHa cowslip's bell I lie ; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer, merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. -From " The Tempest."

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