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Thomas Hood - "O Lady, Leave Thy Silken Thread"
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O Lady, leave thy silken thread 
And flowery tapestrie: 
There`s living roses on the bush, 
And blossoms on the tree; 
Stoop where thou wilt, thy careless hand 
Some random bud will meet; 
Thou canst not tread, but thou wilt find 
The daisy at thy feet. 
`Tis like the birthday of the world, 
When earth was born in bloom; 
The light is made of many dyes, 
The air is all perfume; 
There`s crimson buds, and white and blue— 
The very rainbow showers 
Have turn`d to blossoms where they fell, 
And sown the earth with flowers. 
There`s fairy tulips in the east, 
The garden of the sun; 
The very streams reflect the hues, 
And blossom as they run: 
While Morn opes like a crimson rose, 
Still wet with pearly showers; 
Then, lady, leave the silken thread 
Thou twinest into flowers!
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