Broom Out The Floor Now,...

Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by; And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there; And let the window down. The butterfly; Floats in upon the sunbeam, and the fair; Tanned face of June, the nomad gipsy, laughs; Above her widespread wares, the while she tells; The farmers' fortunes in the fields, and quaffs; The water from the spider-peopled wells;
Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by; And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there; And let the window down. The butterfly; Floats in upon the sunbeam, and the fair; Tanned face of June, the nomad gipsy, laughs; Above her widespread wares, the while she tells; The farmers' fortunes in the fields, and quaffs; The water from the spider-peopled wells; - by Francis Ledwidge
Last Reviewed: Jan 4, 2017
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