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THE BLOSSOMS THAT HAVE CHERUB'S WINGS
The blossoms that have cherub's wings,And grow in Heaven's greenest grass
Fold them down when twilight sings,
And watch the stars and midnight pass,
Then spread them again to Heaven's sun,
On gossamer threads they toss and rise,
Then break their threads, and leap through the clouds,
And flap wide plumes in the sun's eyes.
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