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THE BATTLE OF FLOWERS.
Two flowers struggled hard within my soul,
The spirits of a lily and a rose—
And first on high the crimson odour grows,
And next a snow-white vapour seems to roll
The gates of sound asunder, and control
My heart till song's liquescence overflows;
So each sweet flower alternate rules and blows,
Each in a variously fragrant stole.
The spirits of a lily and a rose—
And first on high the crimson odour grows,
And next a snow-white vapour seems to roll
The gates of sound asunder, and control
My heart till song's liquescence overflows;
So each sweet flower alternate rules and blows,
Each in a variously fragrant stole.
But lo! one morning when I woke I saw
Myself adorned in smooth delicious white—
And, wondering at the unaccustomed sight
Of such a body made devoid of flaw,
Perceived myself with deep unuttered awe
Clothed in the lily's plumes from left to right.
Myself adorned in smooth delicious white—
And, wondering at the unaccustomed sight
Of such a body made devoid of flaw,
Perceived myself with deep unuttered awe
Clothed in the lily's plumes from left to right.
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