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[XXV. Essential oils are wrung]
Essential oils are wrung:
The attar from the rose
Is not expressed by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.
The attar from the rose
Is not expressed by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.
The general rose decays;
But this, in lady's drawer,
Makes summer when the lady lies
In ceaseless rosemary.
But this, in lady's drawer,
Makes summer when the lady lies
In ceaseless rosemary.
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