O'er folded blooms
On swirls of musk,
The beetle booms adown the glooms
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O'er folded blooms
On swirls of musk,
The beetle booms adown the glooms
And bumps along the dusk.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension.

The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
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The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.