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Late in March when the days are growing longer	A
And sight of early green	B
Tells of the coming spring and suns grow stronger	A
Round the pale willow catkins there are seen	B
The year's first honey bees	C
Stealing the nectar and bee masters know	D
This for the first sign of the honey flow	D
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Then in the dark hillsides the Cherry trees	C
Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams	E
Of piled snow lately hung and richer streams	E
The honey Now if chilly April days	F
Delay the Apple blossom and the May's	F
First week come in with sudden summer weather	A
The Apple and the Hawthorn bloom together	A
And all day long the plundering hordes go round	G
And every overweighted blossom nods	H
But from that gathered essence they compound	G
Honey more sweet than nectar of the gods	H
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Those blossoms fall ere June warm June that brings	I
The small white Clover Field by scented field	J
Round farms like islands in the rolling weald	J
It spreads thick flowering or in wildness springs	I
Short stemmed upon the naked downs to yield	J
A richer store of honey than the Rose	K
The Pink the Honeysuckle Thence there flows	K
Nectar of clearest amber redolent	J
Of every flowery scent	J
That the warm wind upgathers as he goes	K
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In mid July be ready for the noise	L
Of million bees in old Lime avenues	M
As though hot noon had found a droning voice	N
To ease her soul Here for those busy crews	M
Green leaves and pale stemmed clusters of green strong flowers	O
Build heavy perfumed cool green twilight bowers	O
Whence load by load through the long summer days	F
They fill their glassy cells	P
With dark green honey clear as chrysoprase	P
Which housewives shun but the bee master tells	P
This brand is more delicious than all else	P
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In August time if moors are near at hand	J
Be wise and in the evening twilight load	J
Your hives upon a cart and take the road	J
By night that ere the early dawn shall spring	Q
And all the hills turn rosy with the Ling	Q
Each waking hive may stand	J
Established in its new appointed land	J
Without harm taken and the earliest flights	P
Set out at once to loot the heathery heights	P
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That vintage of the Heather yields so dense	P
And glutinous a syrup that it foils	P
Him who would spare the comb and drain from thence	P
Its dark full flavoured spoils	P
For he must squeeze to wreck the beautiful	R
Frail edifice Not otherwise he sacks	P
Those many chambered palaces of wax	P
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Then let a choice of every kind be made	J
And labelled set upon your storehouse racks	P
Of Hawthorn honey that of almond smacks	P
The luscious Lime tree honey green as jade	J
Pale Willow honey hived by the first rover	A
That delicate honey culled	J
From Apple blosson that of sunlight tastes	P
And sunlight coloured honey of the Clover	A
Then when the late year wastes	P
When night falls early and the noon is dulled	J
And the last warm days are over	A
Unlock the store and to your table bring	Q
Essence of every blossom of the spring	Q
And if when wind has never ceased to blow	D
All night you wake to roofs and trees becalmed	J
In level wastes of snow	D
Bring out the Lime tree honey the embalmed	J
Soul of a lost July or Heather spiced	J
Brown gleaming comb wherein sleeps crystallised	J
All the hot perfume of the heathery slope	S
And tasting and remembering live in hope	S

Martin Armstrong

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