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James Whitcomb Riley - Honey Dripping From The Comb
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How slight a thing may set one`s fancy drifting
    Upon the dead sea of the Past!--A view--
Sometimes an odor--or a rooster lifting
        A far-off "OOH! OOH-OOH!"

And suddenly we find ourselves astray
    In some wood`s-pasture of the Long Ago--
Or idly dream again upon a day
        Of rest we used to know.

I bit an apple but a moment since--
    A wilted apple that the worm had spurned,--
Yet hidden in the taste were happy hints
        Of good old days returned.--

And so my heart, like some enraptured lute,
    Tinkles a tune so tender and complete,
God`s blessing must be resting on the fruit--
        So bitter, yet so sweet!
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