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HOLLYHOCKS
Your long stalks bend not, though some drowsy breezeComes flying to their gay blooms with warm caress;
And yet you allure and cheer us, none the less,
By sturdy beauty and honest homespun ease.
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Dear charms of domesticity you possess,
In simple uncoquettish motherliness
Taking the homage of allegiant bees.
Around you countless happy memories thrive:
We hear the cluck of chickens or low of kine;
We see the old dog, the willow gnarled and great,
The meek grey horse that rosy children drive,
The mossy well with lattice-tangled vine,
The lovers loitering by the moonlit gate.
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