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The Lotos blooms below the barren peak: The Lotos blooms by every winding creek: All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone: Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone, Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
Alfred Tennyson, The Lotos-Eaters, Choric Song, Stanza 8. | ||
