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LII. TO THE YELLOW CISTUS.
Flower, that with thy silken tapestryOf flexile petals interwove with green,
Clothest the mountain walls of this calm scene;
We, a love-led poetic company,
Pronounce thee happy; if happiness it be
In every cleft the bright gray rocks between
To plant thy seemly gems, and reign the queen
Of path-side blossoms over wood and lea.
Live, and of those poor fools who idly moan
Thy fragile lifetime's shortness, reck not aught;
Thou diest not, when thy ripe blossoms are strown
On the damp earth, or by the tempest caught;
Thou hast a future life to them unknown,
In the eternity of human thought.
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