Lūmen Nūmen

’Tis a green scene
With many white mouths:

The trumpet-mouths
Of bindweed

Begoddening
The sun-begoldened air.

And the hoverfly
To the fleabane’s eye

Sweets soft songs
I catch nor match.

Yet fleabane’s eye
To hoverfly:

Παντοπόρνη!

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