 | Poems by Hartley Coleridge |  |
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THE DANDELION.
Strange plants we bring from lands where Caffirs roam,And great the traveller in botanic fame
That can inflict his queer and ugly name
On product of South Afric sands or loam,
Or on the flexile creeper that hath clomb
Up the tall stems of Polynesian palms;
And now with clusters, or with spikes, embalms
The sickly air beneath the glassy dome
In lordly garden. Haply time may be
When botanist from fire-born Owhyhee
Shall bear thee, milky mother of white down,
Back to his isle, a golden gift superb;—
Give name uncouth to diuretic herb,
And from the Dandelion reap renown.
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