I PICKED a rustic nosegay lately, And bore it homewards, musing greatly; When, heated by my hand, I found The heads all drooping tow`rd the ground. I plac`d them in a well-cool`d glass, And what a wonder came to pass The heads soon raised themselves once more. The stalks were blooming as before, And all were in as good a case As when they left their native place. So felt I, when I wond`ring heard My song to foreign tongues transferr`d.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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