Bees Are Black, With Gilt Surcingles-
Emily Dickinson
1405 Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles— Buccaneers of Buzz. Ride abroad in ostentation And subsist on Fuzz. Fuzz ordained—not Fuzz contingent— Marrows of the Hill. Jugs—a Universe’s fracture Could not jar or spill.
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