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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.

John Myers O’Hara

Golden Pulse

GOLDEN pulse grew on the shore,

Ferns along the hill,

And the red cliff roses bore

Bees to drink their fill;

Bees that from the meadows bring

Wine of melilot,

Honey-sups on golden wing

To the garden grot.

But to me, neglected flower,

Phaon will not see,

Passion brings no crowning hour,

Honey nor the bee.