Here is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path I took;
You can see the gap in the old wall still,
And the stepping-stones in the shallow brook.
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I thought of this poem while watching The Secret Life of Bees the other night-after May dies August wordlessly drapes the beehives in black and it brought back the poem's title, along with a catch in my throat. I had not read the poem for years and I Googled this wonderful site to reread it. Thank you.
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I thought of this poem while watching The Secret Life of Bees the other night-after May dies August wordlessly drapes the beehives in black and it brought back the poem's title, along with a catch in my throat. I had not read the poem for years and I Googled this wonderful site to reread it. Thank you.