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Every now and then a bee boomed over
The black-eyed Susans in search of clover,
The black-eyed Susans in search of clover,
And crickets shrilled as crickets do:
One—two. One—two.
One—two. One—two.
The cat-bird sang with his head in the air,
And the sun's bright fingers poked here and there,
And the sun's bright fingers poked here and there,
Past leaf, and branch, and needle, and cone.
But the stone men stood like men of stone.
But the stone men stood like men of stone.
Each man lifted a dull stone hand
And his fingers felt like weaving sand,
And his fingers felt like weaving sand,
And his feet seemed standing on a ball
Which tossed and turned in a waterfall.
Which tossed and turned in a waterfall.
