LXXVII.

That on a sudden, when she least had hope,

It fell down of its own accord before

Her feet; that her first movement was to stoop

And pick it up, and bite it to the core;

That just as her young lip began to ope[HB]Upon the golden fruit the vision bore,

A bee flew out, and stung her to the heart,

And so—she woke with a great scream and start.

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