To tell the Beauty would decrease
To state the Spell demean —
There is a syllable-less Sea
Of which it is the sign —
My will endeavors for its word
And fails, but entertains
A Rapture as of Legacies —
Of introspective Mines —
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What would I give to see his face?
I'd give — I'd give my life — of course —
But that is not enough!
Stop just a minute — let me think!
I'd give my biggest Bobolink!
That makes two — Him — and Life!
You know who "June" is —
I'd give her —
Roses a day from Zanzibar —
...Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way —
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy —Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching!
Weary! Furloughs of down!
Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on!
Captive! We bring reprieve of roses!
Fainting! Flasks of air!
Even for Death, a fairy medicine.
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