From the constant scent
blossom's bloom
they then do lend
the fruit sweet
to the the tongue.
Good grapes not sour
fine wine do make.
The honey of the comb
rich mead to feed the
bee within that is found.
Wasteful not of all sweetness there
the bloom that brought it here.
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