 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
XVI
Soon he gathered the balsam dewFrom the sorrel leaf and the henbane bud;
Over each wound the balm he drew,
And with cobweb lint he staunched the blood.
The mild west wind was soft and low,
It cooled the heat of his burning brow,
And he felt new life in his fibres shoot,
As he sucked the juice of the cal'mus root;
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As fresh and vigorous as before.
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