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Robert Graves - The Troll`s NosegayRobert Graves - The Troll`s Nosegay
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A simple nosegay! Was that much to ask? (Winter still nagged, with scarce a bud yet showing.) He loved her ill, if he resigned the task. `Somewhere,` she cried, `there must be blossom blowing.` It seems my lady wept and the troll swore By Heaven he hated tears: he`d cure her spleen - Where she had begged one flower he`d shower fourscore, A bunch fit to amaze a China Queen. Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose He conjured, and in a glassy cauldron set With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette And such vague blooms as wandering dreams enclose. But she? Awed, Charmed to tears, Distracted, Yet - Even yet, perhaps, a trifle piqued - who knows?
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