EXCUSE For STEALING A KISS.
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Now see, my love, from yonder flowers,
The bee flies loaded to its cell,
Can you perceive what it devours?


Are they impaired in show or smell!
So, though robbed you of kiss,


Sweeter than their ambrosal dew;
Why are you angry at my bliss!


Has it all impoverished you!
IT'S by this cunning contrve,


In spite of your unkind reserve
To keep my famished love alive,


Which you inhumanly would starve.