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XX. A POETICAL PROBLEM.
Once on a time, at evening hour,
A sweet, and dewy-bosom'd Flower,
Was cradling up to rest;
A Pilgrim, wandering near her bed,
Raised, with his staff, her drooping head,
And thus the Flower addrest:
A sweet, and dewy-bosom'd Flower,
Was cradling up to rest;
A Pilgrim, wandering near her bed,
Raised, with his staff, her drooping head,
And thus the Flower addrest:
“From matin-rise to moonlight hour,
Tell me, my pearly-crested Flower,
How many a lucid gem
Hath left the high, cavernal air,
To form upon thy queenly hair
A rainbow diadem?”
Tell me, my pearly-crested Flower,
How many a lucid gem
Hath left the high, cavernal air,
To form upon thy queenly hair
A rainbow diadem?”
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The pouting Flower looked up, and cried,
“Hadst thou no worthier cause beside
For rousing me from slumber?
Half half the square, less half the truth,
Twice halved, less half three score in sooth,
Is half, half, half the number!”
“Hadst thou no worthier cause beside
For rousing me from slumber?
Half half the square, less half the truth,
Twice halved, less half three score in sooth,
Is half, half, half the number!”
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