Cane (Toomer)/Beehive

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Beehive
Within this black hive to-nightThere swarm a million bees;Bees passing in and out the moon,Bees escaping out the moon,Bees returning through the moon,Silver bees intently buzzing,Silver honey dripping from the swarm of beesEarth is a waxen cell of the world comb,And I, a drone,Lying on my back,Lipping honey,Getting drunk with silver honey,Wish that I might fly out past the moonAnd curl forever in some far-off farmyard flower.
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