THE SHADOW OF A BEE
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Made more for man than God, if God be such
As you have shown Him, stern, aloof, and blind
To sudden dimples in a bud-pale cheek
And tiny rose-leaf buttons hidden by
The folded 'kerchief of a satin breast.
Belike my heaving shoulders aped a storm
Of self-accusing, waking modesty;
But underneath my down-dropt lids I saw
A tasselled moor the summer whips to bloom;
And lovers, to each others' bodies held,
Breathing hot gorse and drunken with the sun!
As you have shown Him, stern, aloof, and blind
To sudden dimples in a bud-pale cheek
And tiny rose-leaf buttons hidden by
The folded 'kerchief of a satin breast.
Belike my heaving shoulders aped a storm
Of self-accusing, waking modesty;
But underneath my down-dropt lids I saw
A tasselled moor the summer whips to bloom;
And lovers, to each others' bodies held,
Breathing hot gorse and drunken with the sun!
