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THE SENSITIVE PLANT. |
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FRAGMENT XXI. THE SENSITIVE PLANT.
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Sweet timid trembling thing, no moreShalt thou beneath each rude breath sink;
Thy vestal attribute is o'er,
E'en from the softest sigh to shrink.
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No more the balmy zephyr's kissShall find thy chaste reluctance such
That, fading from the fragrant bliss,
Thou shun'st the balmy zephyr's touch.
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Proud of thy sensient pow'rs, the breastOf Emily, with rival pride,
Thou sought'st, but drooping there, confest
That sensient pow'r surpass'd, and died.
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