Joseph Skipsey - The Rose's Complaint

'You naughty Bee!' the Red Rose said;
'To come at noon by Envy driven,
And wound the bloom whose beauty made
The Sun to linger in the heaven!

'I little dream'd, while I did grant
An ear unto one little story,
You'd meed with stings, for what to vaunt
Yon Golden Sun had given his glory!'

Joseph Skipsey

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