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DEEP IN THE NOSEGAY by MAX DAUTHENDEY

First Line: LIKE A COLORED NOSEGAY THE EVENING HEAVENS SHINE
Last Line: LIKE LITTLE BEETLES, DRUNKEN, CAUGHT IN A PETALLED SNARE.
Like a colored nosegay the evening heavens shine,
clouds are scarlet lupins—clover incarnadine,
and the green fields and trees engird it like a frieze.
And lightly swung above the golden sky
floats the moon's scythe, a silver dragon-fly.
But folk move slowly, sunken in the nosegay's flare,
like little beetles, drunken, caught in a petalled snare.



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