God made a little Gentian — It tried — to be a Rose — And failed — and all the Summer laughed — But just before the Snows There rose a Purple Creature — That ravished all the Hill — And Summer hid her Forehead — And Mockery — was still — The Frosts were her condition — The Tyrian would not come Until the North — invoke it — Creator — Shall I — bloom?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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