To heal the wound a bee had made
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A mildly erotic anonymous text usually set as a song
Settings by composers
- Barnabas Gunn Solo
- Richard Langdon TTB
- Elizabeth Turner Solo
English text
To heal the wound a bee had made
Upon my Chloe's face,
Honey upon her cheek she laid,
And bid me kiss the place.
Pleased, I obeyed, and from the wound
Imbibed both sweet and smart;
The honey on my lips I found,
The sting within my heart.