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CRIMSON AND MANY FLOWERS.
“I loved another blossom,” so I said—“And she was somewhat fairer, sweet, than you;”
The maiden answered not, but closer drew
The tender-shielding bounty of her head,
And in that moment lo! one love was dead
And golden wings proclaimed a goddess new,
And as her pinions fluttered into view
The sun was risen turbulent and red—
The vehement approach of a new day
That shall surpass the former, and outshine
With a supreme unparalleled display
Those weeping misty seasons that were mine,
And round about my rugged brows shall twine
Crimson and many flowers for thorns and grey.
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