Flapper

by D. H. Lawrence

　　

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LOVE has crept out of her sealéd heart As a field-bee, black and amber, Breaks from the winter-cell, to clamberUp the warm grass where the sunbeams start.Mischief has come in her dawning eyes, And a glint of coloured iris brings Such as lies along the folded wingsOf the bee before he flies.Who, with a ruffling, careful breath, Has opened the wings of the wild young sprite? Has fluttered her spirit to stumbling flightIn her eyes, as a young bee stumbleth?Love makes the burden of her voice. The hum of his heavy, staggering wings Sets quivering with wisdom the common thingsThat she says, and her words rejoice.

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