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Sidney Lanier - To My Class: On Certain Fruits And Flowers Sent Me In Sickness
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If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
 With passions of perfume, — if violets blue
 That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, —
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale
 Grave raptures round, — if leaves of green as new
 As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew
By Emily when down the Athenian vale
She paced, to do observance to the May,
 Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, —
If fruits that riped in some more riotous play
 Of wind and beam that stirs our temperate sun, —
  If these the products be of love and pain,
  Oft may I suffer, and you love, again.
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