Poem by William Dean Howells

The Sarcastic Fair

Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee, who stings.

1. What Shall It Profit?
2. The Bewildered Guest
3. The Song the Oriole Sings
4. Vision
5. The Two Wives

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