For one, the amaryllis and the rose;
The poppy, sweet as never lilies are;
The ripen’d vine, that beckons as it blows;
The dancing star.
For one, the trodden rosemary and rue;
The bowl, dipt ever in the purple stream
And, for the other one, a fairer due-
Sleep, and no dream.
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