MINOR ELEGY


Hyacinth is down!

That deep blue-purple crown

has fallen in the grass.

You honeybees that pass,

zigzagging through the air,

pause for a moment here,

and draw a golden ring

of sweet remembering,

before you fly away

to flowers of today,

and sip your nectar up

from the tulip's blazing cup;

and only the round, blue sky

sees where the fallen lie.



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