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My lady's presence makes the roses red My lady's presence makes the roses red, Because to see her lips they blush for shame. The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became, And her white hands in them this envy bred. The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread, Because the sun's and her power is the same. The... Poet: Henry Constable	His mind of man, a secret makes His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start He carries a circumference In which I have no part — Or even if I deem I do He otherwise may know Impregnable to inquest However... Poet:	It makes no difference abroad — It makes no difference abroad — The Seasons — fit — the same — The Mornings blossom into Noons — And split their Pods of Flame — Wild flowers — kindle in the Woods — The Brooks slam — all the Day — ... Poet:	Teach Him — When He makes the names — Teach Him — When He makes the names — Such an one — to say — On his babbling — Berry — lips — As should sound — to me — Were my Ear — as near his nest — As my thought — today — As should sound — ... Poet:
Water makes many Beds Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep — Its awful chamber open stands — Its Curtains blandly sweep — Abhorrent is the Rest In undulating Rooms Whose Amplitude no end invades — Whose... Poet: