“And all was silence. — save when the wild bees.
Intoxicate with their noon revelries,
Murmuring, kiss'd the blossoms where they lay;
Or when the breeze bore a green leaf away;
Or when the flutter of the cusha's wing
Echoed its song of plaintive languishing”

—  Letitia Elizabeth Landon

(2nd October 1824) The Glen
The London Literary Gazette, 1824

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