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15
SPEAK!
I could not bear a book of humdrum prose
When this familiar miracle in green and white,
Half-way across the honoured field,
Was adding light to light.
When this familiar miracle in green and white,
Half-way across the honoured field,
Was adding light to light.
Foxglove with fingerstalls of velvety snow,
I hurried to find you at a glamorous hour
And whisper, ‘Are you bloom alone,
Or girlhood fused with flower?’
I hurried to find you at a glamorous hour
And whisper, ‘Are you bloom alone,
Or girlhood fused with flower?’
Listen! A wildered loveliness was turned
To fountain; Daphne to laurel stem and spray.
If almost caught in Thessaly,
Tell how you swerved away!
To fountain; Daphne to laurel stem and spray.
If almost caught in Thessaly,
Tell how you swerved away!
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