You know the wild flowers suit your hair:Place hands full of the purple bloomOf loosestrife, glad of such soft doom,And tender-toned narcissus there
Poem Fate and the Little Flowers
Come, take hands, you are not suchAs this will weary overmuch.Sit we down, and hear rehearseThe marvels of the sweet-souled verseEdward Andrade
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