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Thou whose rootless
Thou whose grace is
Thou that takest
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A SONG IN SEASON.
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iii.
Flower is fruitless
As the pride its heart encloses,
But thine eyes are
As May skies are,
And thy words like spoken roses;
iv.
In men's faces
Fierce and wayward as thy will is;
Thou whose peerless
Eyes are tearless,
And thy thoughts as cold sweet lilies;
v.
Hearts and makest
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