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...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For summer has o'er brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes...sitting, careless, on a granary floor, — Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind : Or , on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume...

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...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...hair soft-lifted by the winnowing- wind ; Or on a half reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath...

...bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or in a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy he ok Spares the...

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...Sometimes whoever seek, abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow...sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while the hook Spares the next swath with all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost...

...the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes...winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Prowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook _ Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...