The Beans in bloom hung oer the path

The beans in bloom hung oer the path
As if to touch her gown
& grass when crossed the meadow swath
Bouncd up as soon as down
But the sun was in a home too high
To share her charms with me
So he hid him self behind the sky
Like one that would not see
Lest envy all his heat should quail
To love sick moon beams cool & pale

I doubted but they went away
To hear her speak & smile
When does the sun forget the day
Or grass forget the soil
Does nightingales the summer miss
Does spring pass naked trees
The beans are blossomed—look at this
& summers children these
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